L. Gregory Graham's Page

I admit it. I have become the slightly wacko, but harmless uncle that no one wants to be trapped with at family functions. How have I come to this low state? I hold the almanac to blame. Over the years this little book with the hole punched in the upper left hand corner has wheedled its way into my life until it occupies a spot somewhere between guilty pleasure and addiction.



I know that the length of day today is twelve hours and forty seven minutes and the sun sits at a declination… Continue

Every year at this time I have a running dispute with the robins, cardinals, waxwings, and chicadees. Their point is simple enough. They are fruit eaters, and August is blueberry month in Michigan. The newspapers and restaurant advertisements back them up. I on the other hand feel that I am the landowner, I tend the bushes and keep them healthy and therefore I should be able to pick what I want. I have the full body of Michigan property law behind me.

Most years the dispute comes down to… Continue