One of the pleasures in which I revel is to speak to groups of senior citizens. It is always good to speak about and write about what you know about. Well, I know what it’s like to enter the “golden years” of life.

The next time I see her, she’ll be a mom.

The next time I see her, I’ll watch as she looks at her new daughter the way her mother and I looked at her nearly 23 years ago, alternating between thoughts of, What a miracle! and, What in the hell do I do now?

My friend Terry Mattingly, former religion editor of The Charlotte Observer, is director of the Washington Journalism Center at the Council for Christian Colleges and Universities. I think he’s a great journalist in the field of religion. He reported recently about the great Roman Catholic educator and researcher Father William Byron’s findings about why millions of Americans are leaving Catholic pews.

Sports fans have been watching and opining about the big dustup around the New Orleans Saints offering financial bounties to their players to knock stars on rival teams out of games, potentially even ending careers. The Saints head coach, Sean Payton, has even been suspended for an entire year.

I haven't seen one in years, but signs that proclaimed "Get Right with God" once lined Deep South roadways. They were usually made of concrete and seemed indestructible. Now they are gone.

Sometimes, when I wonder if folk are interested in a particular topic, I Google it. I go onto the Internet and see how many times the topic has been searched online. I did that today. I entered the phrase "Empty Easter egg story." I found that 1,370,000 times, people have searched for that story.

My beloved and I just got home from a Florida spring break. We pretended we were young people! We happened upon the 10-day, 34th annual motorcycle swap meet in Daytona. Thousands of bikers were having a great time. The tattooed congregation was fascinating to observe. We had never seen so much body art. You don't see that kind of thing in the Louvre.

Heavy rains may have had something to do with it but the biblical story of Noah's Ark has been on my mind lately. I was thinking about how there are all kinds of things that got left off the Ark either purposely or inadvertently. I pondered the logic that a pair of fleas went onto the Ark and wondered how many fleas came off the boat at the end of the flood.

We have two cats at our house. One is named Liberty. She is 16 years old. For half of her life she was an outdoor, feral cat. She was very anti-social. She mostly preyed on chipmunks, birds and squirrels. Occasionally she would go after young possums. She was quick as a wink and feasted on slow quarry. She ignored fast food.

Stuff happens. We know this is an axiom in life. But we can learn from stuff. Several times I have e-mailed this divine blurb off to the editor of the paper only to have it fail to arrive. I haven't been able to figure out what has been going wrong until this week. I have learned that a mental glitch on my part has caused me to send it to one of my favorite readers by mistake. I have accidentally sent several columns to Anna B. Renten. She seems not to be annoyed by this. In fact, she often sends me funny stuff.