I miss them most on Christmas Eve. Every Christmas Eve they came to my parents house and we had quail for dinner. When he and Dad were younger, they would go quail hunting on Christmas Eve. The quail they killed that morning were the quail we would have for dinner that night. They were quail… Read more »
It will soak in at about 9:30 or so that the Catfish has gone back to school. Throughout the summer, if he was not working that day, it would be at 9:30 or so before he would wander into my freshly cleaned kitchen and begin the slow motion process of cooking breakfast and watching something… Read more »
Moments of clarity. Singleness of thought. Focus. In a world broken up into 12 second sound bites, we have few moments of clarity. We are torn from one screaming crisis to another until something gives us pause, and we take that moment to think. It is sometimes said that youth is wasted on the young…. Read more »
Nearly everyone I know has spent at least a few minutes watching the Olympics. My wife and I have watched more than our share of swimming. Last night, we watched Women’s Beach Vollyball. It brought back memories of a picnic and a volleyball match in Memphis many years ago. I was young, maybe 28 or… Read more »
I was excited about going to a casino, especially a casino in the Bahamas. I had never been to a casino anywhere, and all I knew about them I had learned from watching James Bond movies. I was excited at the prospect of playing roulette and baccarat surrounded by beautiful women. I was going to… Read more »
Laugh loud, laugh long, and laugh hard. Smile. Have a short memory and a big heart. Lift each other up, and help each other down. Eat a hotdog, and drink cabernet sauvignon in the rain. At the end of the day, be a hug and a smile. Be a harbor, not a storm. Be a… Read more »
He was old and broken, but unbowed in his wheel chair. The lady who brought him in could have been his daughter, but she wasn’t. She was very pretty. For several weeks I watched her wheel him in for lunch each Wednesday at the White Horse Tavern. That’s the bar in the Village, NYC where Dylan Thomas died. The old man… Read more »
No one could possibly enjoy raising kids more than I have. Each and every day was an exciting new adventure. We have had funerals for bunny rabbits, and created glow in the dark skeletons. I coached every recreational league sport known to man. I have probably spent years at Six Flags, Dorney Park, the Jersey… Read more »
it begins.
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