Do you see the pickles? If you are a married man, this is a default question that seems to just roll out of our mouths. As soon as the words leave my lips, my wife of 50 awesome years, will walk over… and like a surgeon snatch the pickles right from where I was looking. …
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Where Are You Going?
One of the greatest life differences I recognize since I have retired is…I see things I never noticed before. When I worked, I worked. I woke up working and went to sleep working. I was addicted to multiple tasks, “get ’er done,” BUSY! For years I wore “Busy” as a badge of honor & prestige. …
“What Are You Fishing With?”
I’m not the best fisherman. In fact, I have several fishing stories about not catching fish while being with guys, and grandchildren, who do. One time a friend, after catching a bunch of slab crappie said, “let’s trade rigs,” you guessed it, he caught fish on my rig and his rig went silent, I like …
“Where Am I?”
If you have never walked through the bottoms of a pin oak flat while hunting or hiking, you have missed an experience. One of the unique things you will discover is that everything looks the same. If it’s a mature forest the limb canopy will hide the sun, and if you are coon hunting at …
Looks Official
This mailer caught my attention the other day. It appears to be important. Afterall it’s my “second notice.” As I opened it, I noticed the official looking type of font, similar to the IRS. But, down at the bottom, in fine print it says, “Not affiliated with or endorsed by any governmental agency.” I wondered …
God School: The Big Idea
For years I mistakenly thought I had a lot of good ideas. In fact, when they worked, I wanted everyone to know who had the idea. But since I have retired and started writing Today’s Good News, I recognize the ideas, the memories, the scripture pops in my mind are from Him. I call these …
Everything Started Off Great, Then #*@###!
It was just a simple thing like nailing the board when… pain took over my life. My finger was pounding. This led to throwing the hammer, putting my finger in my mouth and words from the gutter came roaring out. As my finger was throbbing, I asked myself, “How could this happen?” Isn’t this like …
I Thought…
I must have been 4 or 5 when I had the bright idea that I was faster than my dad. I remember we were outside the farm shop; it was an open area when I “popped off” with one of my, “I’m not going to do that!” responses. Then the “He’s too old to catch …
“Spoon Fed…”
We all start the same way, somebody spoon feeding us. It starts with a plan or strategy of selecting what “lil” Johnny needed, what he would eat, creative ways and time for the “event” and the clean up afterwards. For Mary & me, the sooner our children learned to use their own spoon, the better. …
“Running Around Like A Chicken With His Head Cut Off!”
I must have been 5 or 6 years old the morning my aunt told my cousins & me, “Go pick out a chicken for supper tonight.” Like a well-choreographed dance move she took the chicken in one hand and the hatchet in the other and as she brought the chicken down onto the chopping block, …
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