A few months ago, I wrote a rambling (surprise!) piece that ended with a recounting of a wretched day at baseball practice during my tender youth. (You can find said piece here. If you choose to visit, be sure to read the comments as well. It’s another shining […]
Note: One, this is a re-post, as I didn’t have time to compose anything fresh whilst I work my way through two weeks of unanswered comments on my blog. (Not complaining, as I’m having a swell time.) Two, this post was a follow-up post to the then-previous post, […]
Our journeys are filled with chances Doorways to not now Some taken, some ignored, some slammed Some never noticed Until the clarity of time reveals the miss Is it fair, at this point, any point To wonder about the branches Ponder the paths pursued and passed […]
There are moments When you simply turn a corner And you get a reminder That we spend far too much time Worrying about nothing When the best thing you can do Is let it all fall away Let everything go And just breathe…
And so it was that we found ourselves in Amsterdam, a city full of very interesting and liberal entertainment choices. We spent the first day taking advantage of many of those opportunities. (No, not that one, for those in the know. Nothing against it, mind you, but we […]
1. “Why are you always doing that? Who are you?” 2. “I’ll need to see some form of identification before you can stick anything in my box.” 3. “Did you know your steering wheel is on the wrong side? I think you should take the truck back and […]
Stephanie was not having a very good day. She had arisen that morning later than she had planned, the unintended but not surprising result of having spent much of the previous evening on an ill-fated agenda of clearing the sexual cobwebs, so to speak. (It had been three […]
The next day, all of the speaker boxes in Row Two were in mourning, as one of their own had been felled. The night before, a truck full of rednecks from Pawhuska had failed to roll down their window and disengage the audio contraption as they were leaving, […]
Gretchen, far left, whispering to Mildred, near left: “Don’t you think there’s something a bit off about this formation?” Mildred: “Whatever do you mean? We’re lined up quite nicely and that small boy over there is already running off to let everyone know that we are promenading in […]
So I was sittin’ out on the back porch, eatin’ me a moon pie and wonderin’ if that Bufford family down the street was ever gonna spit out a kid that was worth somethin’, when one of my own youngins hollered out for me to come look at […]
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