My Name is Peary Perry …

 and I have something to say

 

 

 

This is My Story

In order to clear up any future confusion, let’s take a moment and let me explain who I am and why I write these columns each and every week. First off, I was born at a very early age. I arrived in this world with very little and still have most of it. It The big war (WWII) was going on and according to my parents, names were being rationed out. My Mom was kind of slow and couldn’t run very fast. I guess by the time she got down to the Federal Bureau of Names, all of the Johns, Jims, and Davids were gone. That was her story and she stuck with it.

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Pet Peeves

 Peary's Pet Peeves You generally never hear anything come out of my mouth such as…”Those were the good old days..” The reason that doesn’t happen very often is simply because I happen to like change and welcome it as we pass through our lifetimes. For the most part I...

Two Weeks Ago

Two weeks ago, when the election was over, I was in Germany and have to tell you what I read and heard hacked me off. No, it was not the outcome of the election that made me mad, even though my candidate didn't get elected; I was fine with the voice of the people....

Peary Going Poo Pool

It's time for my annual bashing of the United States Postal Service. I suppose my frustration just builds over something like a fifty two week period and seems to be relieved once I write this yearly message. Before I get started, please believe me when I say that I...