We see more of Corpus Christi, discover some amazing murals and art deco architecture...and view some scars from recent economic downturns.

Yet another of my St. Michael The Archangel blogs, this one dealing with the period when God wasn’t God, but rather the first among equals.

We meet Corpus Christi, and discover it is -- yikes! -- a real city.

I explain why I think Michael The Archangel exists...and has existed for a very long time. It has to do with Superman.

Happy Easter!

Our 43rd anniversary (whoa). And I begin our wild and woolly Corpus Christi tour.

Michael the Archangel is a surprisingly young character. Or...maybe he isn't. A bit of a mystery.

And now for something completely different...St. Michael The Archangel. No. Really. Would I lie to you? Don’t answer that.

I complete the Casita Saga and consider my shortcomings. Also, check out the exasperated angel!

And finally the Casita is done. Plus a video. With marching band. You betcha.

And, by God, it's built. Whoa.

Gasp. We finally do it. We go whole hog Casita.

We finally launch the Casita...after all this time.

Once again, the Casita is delayed...this time, by Ice.

I consider the year of Covid...and all that should not have been.

We wake up to find...it’s raining rodents. In the kitchen. (Yikes.)

We get the rats locked out...but (Gulp) get two of them locked in. And they were, uh, crying. (Yikes!)

Just a few experiments with AI and Rats. Oh, plus the Michigan Rag.

And the rats just snicker at me. And my traps. (Dang.)

I discover...something...with bright red eyes. In the attic. And it was looking at me.