Archive for June, 2011

I’m Your Huckleberry ~ 6-30-11

A few days ago I posted a story, Maybe Tomorrow She’ll Wave!, about a young lady I occasionally cross paths with at the park where I walk the dog each morning and afternoon. I didn’t see her today, but had another interesting and pleasing encounter. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Day I Died

Another story involving Cliff Patterson—my best pal Barry’s dad—happened on the golf course. Mr. Patterson was a pretty good golfer, and played with our next door neighbor, Mr. Cuevas and a couple of their other buddies. One day, Barry and I wound up playing the same course they were on, and as you might expect, things did not go well. Read the rest of this entry »

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Little Deuce Coupe

My best friend when we were in school was Barry Patterson, and his dad, Cliff Patterson, was a funny guy. He was always teasing me and playfully insulting me. That means he liked me, right?

Mr. Patterson owned a small used car lot right across the street from Ray’s Burger Queen (I mistakenly referred to it as the Dairy King in my stories, Yay! Bean Day! and Pinball Wizard) and he sold some pretty cool cars. Barry got to drive some of them when were in high school. Read the rest of this entry »

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Pick me! Pick me!

Speaking of sandlot baseball—referring to my poem, A Game Forgot—I’m sure many of us remember the “choosing sides” before the game could start. Two captains would be chosen—sometimes self appointed for one reason or another, and they would alternately choose a player to be on their team. This was done until all the willing participants were divided up. If you are the last one chosen on the sandlot, it probably—usually—means you are not a very good player. But, hey, I always looked on the bright side; I got to play, and maybe I could get a big hit, or make a great catch; that’d show ‘em! Read the rest of this entry »

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Daily Encouragement – 6/30

June 30

            So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous hand. Isaiah 41:10

            If we have put our faith and our very lives in the hands of God, why do we still worry and grow stressful. It seems to me that many—myself included—have selective faith. We believe in God to take care of some things, but not others. It makes no sense to do so, but yet, this is exactly what we do. Read the rest of this entry »

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I’m Your Huckleberry ~ 6-29-11

Focus on the good stuff. I think I’ll hang a sign off the brim of my old hat, so that thought will lead me around all day. Well, when I’m outside anyway. I don’t wear my old beat up hat in the house. But, maybe I should make signs and place them all over the house. Read the rest of this entry »

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Maybe Tomorrow She’ll Wave!

I know the following comment will garner a lot of derogatory responses, but I’m going to say it anyway: I try to be a good example to others. Oh, I know I’m not always a good example, and sometimes I’m a downright terrible example, but I do try. Honest, Gary! I do! Read the rest of this entry »

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A Game Forgot

 This is  my post for Thursday Poets Ralley Week 47. It’s a perfect poem for this hot summer week, leading up to the 4th of July weekend. Baseball is, after all, America’s game! Happy Independence day, everyone! Read the rest of this entry »

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Ditch Day Disaster!

It might have been called something else—eighth grade field trip, maybe—but each year, toward the end of the school year, the entire eighth grade class at Buckeye Elementary school got to take a day off from classes and go to Phoenix for a day of fun and frolicking at Encanto Park. I think it was a reward for the students for having made it through the first eight grades of their education. Although, there were rumors the teachers all chipped in to get us out of town so they could celebrate finally being rid of us. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Gum Ball Gang!

Yes, yours truly did get into a bit of mischief every now and then; some of it more sordid than others. When I was eleven or so I had a friend by the name of Bobby Harris, who lived in Phoenix. Read the rest of this entry »

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