Archive for May, 2011

The Drop!

This one should make my little brother smile. I doubt if he saw it happen, since he was only twelve and was, no doubt, chasing around under the stands with Frankie Drew. Hey, I ain’t putting him down for it—I was twelve once, too—just stating a probable fact. Read the rest of this entry »

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Odessa Book Signing Event!

Our eighth book signing event will be at the Hastings in Odessa, Saturday, 6/4, from  2-4 pm. If you have friends and relatives in the area, hit the FaceBook Share icon at the bottom of this post.

Many of my relatives still live in the Odessa area, and we’re looking forward to spending time with all of them and sharing the book signing event experience with them! Read the rest of this entry »

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Kenton Got Run Over By A Ford Truck

Ken wasn’t always around for me to torment with my pranks and such, one of which I detailed recently in the blog post, Ken Almost Wins One. The best one I ever pulled on Ken—possibly the best April Fool’s prank ever—is detailed in the story, April Fools, Little Brother. I told the story about one of Ken’s unwitting repalcements in my blog post, The Apprentice. This is a little poem I wrote about that young man, Kenton Heinze. It is best read with the tune of Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer in mind. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

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Black Ice

This being a holiday weekend, it seems appropriate to write about this hurry-up life we all live. I wrote about it the other day in my story, Weird Isn’t It?, and again in You Made Good Time yesterday. This is another of my driving adventures, of which there are many. Read the rest of this entry »

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You Got Some Splainin’ To Do!

First off, thanks to all who read my blog! In what seems a very short time, readership has grown quickly, and I appreciate each and every one who stops by to see what I have to say each day.

Today ends my second full month of “blogging”, and if the normal amount of Tuesday visitors stop in, I will record 4000 plus visitors for the month. I’m not real sure, but I think that’s pretty good. Read the rest of this entry »

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Bull Riding Fools!

Yep, yep, yep, rode me a few back in the day. Can you say LOL! Not this guy! I like to talk about how I ain’t afraid of much of nothing, but getting on the back of an angry two ton beast is not what I call brave. I call it asking for big trouble. I’ve done some crazy stuff, but riding a bull is not one of them. I might try one of those in a bar, where there’s a padded floor to land on…. maybe. Read the rest of this entry »

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Daily Encouragement – 5/31

May 31

            It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.   1 Corinthians 13:5

            I find it interesting—it actually made me smile when I read it—the word “easily” is in this one. It makes me wonder if Paul might have had a short fuse. He was, after all, a pretty bad character before he was a disciple and servant of Christ. He was, just as you and I are, only human. He wasn’t perfect; he knew that and was not shy about pointing it out. Read the rest of this entry »

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DId You Do That On Purpose?

It was a typical drizzly day in the foothills of Mount Rainier, and it must have been a Saturday or a Sunday, because it was mid-morning and I was home. For some reason—maybe the wind had blown it around—the TV antenna was not pointing in the right direction, so I was going to go up on the roof to adjust it. This was a team project, so Billy and his mom, my first wife, Evelyn, were enlisted to help. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Angry Storm

This is another post for Poetry Potluck, a site I am enjoying very much. There are some very talented poets on the site. Visit them if you have time and comment on their work. I know how much it means to them! Maybe you’d even like to post a poem! Read the rest of this entry »

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It Was Suh-Weet!

Here’s another little driving story from when I was a shy innocent little kid. No, really, I was. Just ask my cousin Marlene. I told this story to Aunt Doris—Marlene’s mom—last time I saw her, and she didn’t remember it happening. It might be one of those I dreamed, but I’m pretty sure it was real. Maybe Marlene will remember it. Read the rest of this entry »

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