We even categorize this stress, enabling us to compare our stress with people we meet. Some fear they will one day meet someone with same kind of stress as they have and will not know how to label him or her. Imagine stress this would create. Or, visualize a situation where someone meets someone who has no stress at all.

PHS finds its way into every area of our culture, even religious. Nobody in these days of labeling madness can just be a Christian. Are you Protestant or Catholic?

If you are Protestant what kind? Baptist? Methodist? Presbyterian? My question is simply, why can't we just be Christians?

I was behind an elderly lady at post office recently and could not help overhearing conversation. The lady wanted stamps.

The Postmaster asked her, "What denomination of stamps would you like?"

The lady paused for a moment and then replied, "Presbyterian."

I guess a Presbyterian doesn't need as much water as, say, a Baptist.

Cataloging people into convenient groupings is not bad. In fact, it can be helpful in many ways. I attended a conference last year where 97 percent of people were of non-male persuasion and believe me when I say classification is important.

Following one session I followed crowd; not paying too much attention to where we were going - and ended up in ladies restroom. To say they labeled me is putting it mildly.

Women, regardless of what you may have heard to contrary, are quite cruel to any man (meaning of course, Yours Truly) found in ladies restroom.

During last days of this election, politicians and pundits alike are making much of undecided voter. I like to refer to these elusive people as UDVs of our country.

Who are these people and where do they live? Moreover, how long did it take them to decide where they were going to live?

If UDVs exist at this point in game, I would not want them voting for me. Personally, I do not believe in UDVs. In my mind, it is something news media invented so they would have something to talk about, especially these 24-hour cable news programs.

Having something fresh and interesting to say 24 hours a day, seven days a week is a lot of airtime to fill. Not to mention that most (if not all) on-air personnel are full of hot air.

What a perfect fall Saturday morning, clear sunny blue sky, with a crisp breeze blowing. It’s just one I’ve been waiting for to begin that yearly regimen, Fall Clean Up. Throwing on some old work clothes, grabbing a mug of steaming coffee and picking up list of jobs off kitchen table, I head outside.

First order of business is to sit on back step, drink some coffee – helps to get eyes fully opened – and begin going over list. It’s not a particularly long list, however, there is possibility of finishing this mug of wake-up juice, which will then require a trip back to kitchen for another.

This is a yearly ritual, so I’ve got routine down pat. The process was started several weeks-ago, by first leaving a pad of paper on counter – where it was always visible – this way when someone – usually me – thought of a job it could be jotted down. This is going to save time and guarantee everything will get done. Well, it certainly sounds like a good idea.

All right, now that second mug – yes, it did happen – is almost finished, it’s time to take annual walk. This means walking around house and yard – with list of course – and double-checking that everything is posted.