Tony Perez had a tough start in life. When he was just a puppy, the guy who owned him broke his front leg. In stead of putting the puppy down as the bastard requested the vet, Dr. Perez, offered to take the dog off the bastard’s hands and in exchange would not call the police… Read more »
As I sit here this morning, the smell of the fresh, homemade pizza still drifts in my mind if not in the air. Pizza is a magical food that, if homemade, is fully configurable. You can put anything you want on it and it will never cost you $30 per pizza. As a long time… Read more »
Each spring I am reminded of a long, cold winter many years ago. It was my first winter living up north, in Pennsylvania. I had rented the top two floors of a 200 year old hotel. I got them cheap and shared them with a five and a half foot tall, somewhat shady, chef. Just… Read more »
The Jube photo courtesy of Curtis Steele
Years ago as we approached duck season, my bride and I considered sending our son, Catfish, down to Arkansas for a Thanksgiving duck hunt with my brother Matt, his son, creatively named, Matt 2.0 and my brother-in-law, Tony, and his son Guy. My brother and my brother-in-law had a duck club complete with flooded woods,… Read more »
Early winter in Florida produces some wonderful nights, just cool enough for a fire in the fire place. Frequently Landi and I watch watch reruns of old TV favorites. Right now, we are watching Castle. We always start with the pilot, and then watch the whole series to the end. Last night’s episode featured Castle… Read more »
He was born in near Harrisburg, Arkansas in December of 1994. About two months later, my brother got him a plane ticket and shoved his hairy little ass on a Northwest Airlines flight to Newark, NJ. He weighed about 4 lbs, but most of that was bark and howl. He didn’t remember me when I… Read more »
When I was about 18 years old, I moved out north of Jonesboro on 141 to ‘the farm’. The Farm was where Dad had his herd of Registered Brangus Cattle. Dr. O’Neal actually owned the farm, and I was supposed to live out there and take care of the cattle. For about 3 months, we… Read more »
Many years ago, having been kicked out of Arkansas State University, and asked not to return to it’s branch campus at Beebe, I became a student at Ole Miss. I lived in a dorm called Twin Towers. Seems like every college has a dorm named ‘Twin Towers’. On the seventh floor, we had an interesting… Read more »
I have to admit that, in the beginning, I was some what skeptical of this. Jordan, one of my daughters, had met a boy she liked and wanted him to come on spring break with us. Oh yippee, I thought. Even though Jordan was in Massachusetts pursuing her Masters, she somehow had a boyfriend who… Read more »
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