Last week I went to the LIFE Conference. LIFE stands for Low-Income Forum on Energy, and there were some good things, and some not-so-good things.

Let me play devil’s advocate for a minute here. Of course I know what a devil’s advocate is; he’s the guy who argues against something just for the hell of it.

I blame it all on the Existentialists and Edward Everett Hale.

I find reincarnation very attractive. No, I don’t mean that one always comes back prettier than before, but I really like the concept.

I admit it. I’m as much of a food snob as the rest of the people running around these days, and I’m actually pretty good at foreign languages, but there is a limit.

I love crocuses; they have no respect for authority. Other flowers wait patiently for Mother Nature to warm the ground, melt the snow, and tell them it’s safe to come out.

I’ve been thinking (I know, I know, here we go again…). We’re always being told to be “open minded,” but do we really mean it, and by the way, just exactly what does it mean?

“The whole nine yards.” It means all of it, with nothing left over, but why do we say it?

Fuddy-duddy. That was what we used to call somebody who didn’t keep up with the times, who was sluggish, old-fashioned, and un-cool.

To paraphrase a current joke, “I love New Year’s resolutions! I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they slide by.”