Wake up,” Dad said, shaking me then my little brother. Grudgingly, we rose. I had been 13 for less than a month that July summer night; Mike was 10. It
June 18, 1971. I was nine years old, standing next to my 6-year-old brother at the front of the little Baptist church. The preacher looked at the 35-year-old bachelor school
As a boy – including well into my teenage years – I consumed two magazines nonstop. One was Famous Monsters of Filmland, a witty combination of covering the history of
Travel joyfully because ‘gospel’ means ‘good news’ and nobody wants to travel with a critic.” There are two kinds of people that I don’t want to be around any more
Forget about high-dollar universities and years of training for a “blue collar” profession. The big money in the future lies not even in the heralded world of technology. No, here’s
It’s the day I hoped never would come and, like a young smoker who thinks he’s different and will be spared from health hazards down the road, I, too, have
It was a simple question posted on a public Face-book community group. “Does anyone know when the new Starbucks is opening?” It seems to me that the answer possibilities to
We bought the tractor from a fabulous, feisty woman up the road. She gave me her business card, which read “Ranch Goddess.” She was selling because her husband had died
