A month or so ago I wrote that I had told Dad my dream of the way he’d pass away. He and I don’t talk about certain things. It’s an unwritten agreement. One of the things we don’t talk about is what happens when people die. We almost did one time, not that long ago…
Sgt. Joe Friday apparently never said it, but this piece will be the Jack Webb version: “Just the facts, ma’am.” {Apparently he did often say: “All we want are the facts, ma’am”and sometimes “All we know are the facts ma’am”} It was the years 2000 and 2001. It was the years of the presidential election…
I just spent several minutes searching for an entry in my first journal. Well not actually my “first” journal, but the first one that has continued for any length of time. Sixteen hundred seventy seven days. Whodda thought I’d ever develop such discipline? The search was a washout. A dud. But, more accurately, the journal…
It is right up there on my list of favorite “questions from Shelly.” There have been some doozies. The one at the top of the list has been there since our first date. (What’s said in the Corolla on 10/13/12, with The Rainmakers album “25 on” playing, stays in the Corolla….) When she asked the…
I’m sure glad the weather broke a bit, so that I could pound the pavement some. I needed to take a fast walk to get the morning behind me. -=-=-= It has been awhile since I had to make that first call. Even though it was over 5-and-a-half years ago, I remember it like it…
I have this thing about song lyrics. That is not new news. Sometimes I love a song when it’s lyrics could’ve been mine, especially if I had any writing talent. Sometimes I love the lyrics of a song when the lyrics are 180 degrees away from where I am, or where I’ve ever been. And…
This morning I’m thinking about lots of things. Some of them don’t matter all that much: …it’s Friday the 13th and the moon is full …will the ice keep me from attending day 2 of the Bass Pro Tournament of Champions? …will the omelet I just made taste as good as it looks? …will Wayne…
I’ve written about my “addiction” to music before. I am prone to have a song, or an artist, “on repeat.” Looking back at my Facebook posts during 2016, I shared links to youtubes of 19 songs that I had listened to over-and-over-and-over-again during the year. Some of them were by artists that I was going…
It’s the end of something. This is the last day of 2016. I’m looking back for a bit, while focusing on the future. I’m thinking about some firsts. 1. The first time I stepped foot in Oregon. We had driven a 2 car VW caravan from Washington, MO. Heading for Corvallis. Hoping she would be…
I’m not sure when I started doing it. I think it was after Shelly and I moved in together in 2013, but it might have been before then. I read (or more accurately “skim”) the local paper most mornings in the lobby. I will sometimes send Shelly a text of her horoscope, and sometimes I…