What if I my descendants decided to turn left instead of right? Would my world be different today?
This story describes the time my mom gave me the keys to the hen house. Two pictures of me in my prized baby blue leisure suit await you at the end of this story.
Last year, I made the biggest guffaw ever with her Christmas gift. Trust me, I will never make that mistake again! Let me tell you about it. At the end of this blog is a bonus video of me dancing.
Merry Christmas! Do you have it? Many people mistakenly think they have it. My wish is if you do not have it, you will receive it!
Looking back, I am proud I rode a school bus for twelve years. Humbling, yes. That luxurious chariot of my first grade transformed into a bucket of bolts by my twelfth year. But it made me a better person!
A visit to most rural farms in the 1960s, such as the one I was raised on, would highlight a large array of animals. The first greeting, with the wag of it's tail, would be the family dog, seeking a scratch behind the ear. Cats would scurry to hide, watch, and make sure you were … Continue reading Chicken Scratches
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas TreeHow faithful are thy branches! Today I completed my dreaded annual ritual. I climb in the attic, over the television boxes we once thought was a clever idea to keep, under a wire that goes to something, and over a set of china and some Easter decorations. “Voila,” I say … Continue reading O Christmas Tree
grat·i·tude /ˈɡradəˌt(y)o͞od/ noun 1.the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness On this Thanksgiving Day, I’d like to ask you to play a game with me. Let’s call the name of the game “With Gratitude.” It’s only appropriate for us to give thanks on this special day for those … Continue reading With Gratitude…Thanksgiving Edition
It was an annual ritual. We did not notate it on a calendar. There were no alarms set to remind us. We just inherently knew when it was time. At the first slight tinge of cool air, Dad turned to his favorite son and said, “It’s time.” Dad was a man of few words. … Continue reading Winter is Coming!
Old man look at my life I’m a lot like you were. So goes the words to one of my favorite Neil Young songs when I was a young man. Ah, those good ole days when I was a young man. Words that will never describe me anymore. You see, this week my body odometer … Continue reading Old Man Look at my Life…