I won't be going on a cruise anytime soon.

Not that I've ever wanted to. But this week's reports of passengers on a powerless, drifting cruise ship clinched it. Fire at sea...everything shut down - from lights to air conditioning to toilets...no communication...little bags as your "bathroom"...accounts of sewage running in the halls and down the walls...a repulsive stench...sleeping wherever.

I ain't goin'.

Poor ol' Charlie Brown. Staring into his mailbox, hoping to find a Valentine. He never does. And when he yells "hello" into the mailbox, the only answer he gets is his own echo.

"Happy Valentine's Day" seems to be an oxymoron for Charlie. And for lots of real-life folks. Like our friend Holly, for example.

This will be her first Valentine's Day without Jack. It all happened so fast. The headaches. The emergency flight to better medical facilities. The hospital vigil. The final goodbyes. And that first morning of waking up and realizing your status has suddenly changed to "widow."

Some kids aren't even sure what their school bus driver looks like. They're still asleep when he picks them up in the morning. But every child who's ridden in that yellow "limo" knows the "chauffeurs" come in all kinds of flavors.

You've got the kind bus driver who greets everyone by name. The grumpy ones who seem to want to be somewhere else. The wisecrackers. The happy road warriors.

And then there was Chuck Poland. Who really loved his Midland City, Alabama passengers. To death.

So, the Defense Department just approved women being in combat roles.

Women in combat might be new for the military, but they're not new.

I've been there when my wife brought a new life into the world. Believe me, she was a warrior. I've been close by when our daughter and daughters-in-law birthed our grandchildren. A battle they fought and won, big-time. I've joked that if men had to have the babies, the human race would be extinct in a generation.

Our culture teaches that "there are many ways to get to God." As we look to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, Ron Hutchcraft has some timely insights on the rock that rolled, and then rocked the world...

I thought "catfishing" was a Friday night feast in Mississippi. Until the absolutely weird news story about Notre Dame's All-American football star, reportedly falling in love with a girl who wasn't there.

To be sure, Manti Te'o's moving story of the death of the woman he loved on the eve of a critical late-season game is raising tons of questions. He claims that she turned out to be only an Internet invention. And that's why "catfishing" is suddenly in the news.

I thought "catfishing" was a Friday night feast in Mississippi. Until the absolutely weird news story about Notre Dame's All-American football star, reportedly falling in love with a girl who wasn't there.

To be sure, Manti Te'o's moving story of the death of the woman he loved on the eve of a critical late-season game is raising tons of questions. He claims that she turned out to be only an Internet invention. And that's why "catfishing" is suddenly in the news.

Spiders build webs that a lot of bugs get stuck in. But because they know where the sticky spots are, spiders don't get trapped in the web they weave.

Humans do.

I saw it when I watched Oprah's interview with Lance Armstrong. "One big lie" - that's how he described what's happened in his record-breaking sports career. It was all built on brilliantly concealed "doping" and a cascading series of cover-up lies. Lots of folks got caught in the web - from bicycle racing officials to teammates to a world of admirers.

I was a young teenager when I faced my first issue with gun control. My dad took me out hunting pheasants. I was a rookie with that 12-gauge shotgun. The first time a pheasant roared up out of those cornstalks, it scared me so much, I had no gun control. Couldn't fire a shot.

But the so much deadly violence and so many heart-wrenching deaths of innocent victims have catapulted gun control issues to center stage again. And this isn't a forum for debating those complex questions - there are other places for that.

At our house, we call it clean juice. I think the official name is "hand sanitizer." Whatever it's called, I'm using it big-time. Flu germs!

Our local hospital is overwhelmed. The next closest hospital is overwhelmed, too. By people from our town.

And this especially nasty flu invasion is all over the country. In one major city, some hospitals have issued "bypass" warnings - bypass bringing any patients here unless it's life-or-death. In another area, the hospital set up triage tents in the parking lot because their ER is so overrun with flu victims.