Russellings of the Spirit

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  • Living in Tickle Nation

    After a great deal of in-depth, scientific, and sociological analysis (also known as idle noodling while trimming my hedges yesterday), I have concluded that we are a nation that loves to be tickled.  Tickled pink, preferably. Here is what I… Continue reading

  • Whatever happened to whistling?

    As I walked into the restroom at the Denver Convention Center the other day, I was whistling.  To my best recollection, the tune was Phil Collins’ I Can’t Dance… the most recent song playing on my car’s radio when I parked… Continue reading