Yes, as a matter of fact, I am still above ground and still as grumpy as ever! But the mule still kicks, the sun still shines, and I’ve noted there’s still a meadowlark on the fence post! For the past 16 months I’ve been out of pocket (give a country boy a bionic knee and [...]
Americans are notoriously hard to divide along class lines. With the exception of professors of sociology (who knows exactly where in the upper middle class they fit) and a few billionaires–who hope they are middle class, but have a horrible fear there may be a real aristocracy hiding somewhere in Chicago, Dallas, or Denver — [...]
Wednesday I took a jackrabbit furlough and drove to the town where I grew up and went to school. I visited some of the places where my friends and I rode donkeys, mules and horses, swam, played and got into good clean mischief. The huge old and knarled cottonwood tree that stood by the swimming [...]
As the years march along, I vividly recall the fun, and not-so-fun, times, my friend, Henry, and I spent from the third grade through the ninth grade. I’m working on a story that took place during the fall of 1941. We were eight years old. Neither one of us had any money. We put our [...]
Last week’s blizzard dumped snow. Then along came a strong north wind which piled snow in deep drifts and left the ground bare in other spots. This morning I found a note fastened to the kitchen door. It was from the Coyote Brothers, Elmer and Melvin. The blizzard messed up life in the Coyote community. [...]
He’s out of surgery and thinking two women telling him what to do is at least one too many, little does he know… there could be many more if he doesn’t behave himself. Pasty, call if you need back up. We have chains and anchors ready for him if needed. Although, I’m quite certain Patsy [...]
Variety is contrast–strips of chrome on a black limousine. Somehow, to think visually even further, the human eye is fascinated by extreme black and white–scotch, a skunk, zebras, newspapers, and a curious magpie on our woodpile this brilliant fall morning in southeast Colorado.
Ol’ Sam Ol’ Sam says, “Quit complaining about the hot weather, dry weather and the wet weather. Winter is not far off then you’ll really have something to complain about.”
While looking through a box of junk I’ve been going to sort through for several years, I found a note my mother sent to me when I was over seas, more years ago than I want to count. “Happiness is knowing who you are, also, what you are.” While you’re here, click on my book [...]
What a grand morning it is. I awoke to the pre dawn, alive with the happy chatter of birds telling stories in the cottonwood trees south of the house. The mourning doves are in full throat. Mr. Meadow Lark is on the job atop the power pole.