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Our Legacy

Judge Billy Meck was my Sunday school teacher when I was ten. I didn’t spend a lot of time with him, but he left a lasting impression on me. I remember him as one of the kindest, perpetually happy men I’ve ever encountered. I want to be kind and always happy like Billy. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Want To Be Like Billy ~ February 12

I Want To Be Like Billy

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I Growled A Kid

My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was often witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would torment our youngest brother, Ken. You can read about that in my poem, He’s Aggravatin! Some humorous stories about Billy are, Tramp… The Rest of The Story, and Ken: I Had to Go!, and Making Billy Smile. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Growled A Kid

a -brothers (3)My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was often witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would torment our youngest brother, Ken. You can read about that in my poem, He’s Aggravatin! Some humorous stories about Billy are, Tramp… The Rest of The Story, and Ken: I Had to Go!, and Making Billy Smile.

Whenever Billy would get into trouble, he could often grin his way out of it; that cute little grin on his freckled face, combined with his innocent blue eyes, would melt the hardest of hearts. He had it down to an art, the boy did. But one day, he stepped into a pile of trouble his smiling face couldn’t get him out of.

I was a sophomore, so he would have been in the seventh grade, and I got out of school earlier than he did. If there wasn’t practice for one of the many sports I played in, I always got home first. One afternoon, I walked in the front door to find Billy sitting on the couch. He had his arms folded across his chest, and was glaring at something across the room. He gave me a quick glance then went back to his glaring.

“What are you doing home so early?” I asked him.

He didn’t look at me as he answered in a tone that said he’d been unduly punished. “I got suspended,” he said.

My mind did a somersault. Surely, I’d heard him wrong. Sweet Billy of the golden smile; suspended from school? I stared at his profile, waiting for the grin; he had to be joking. When no grin seemed to be forthcoming, I asked, “What did you do?” I expected the usual answer—“nothing”—but was surprised, not to mention confused, by his answer.

“I growled a kid,” he said. He scowled at the wall he’d been staring at.

I’d never heard of this thing called, growling a kid. “What does that mean?” I asked him. “Growling a kid.”

He looked at me with one eyebrow raised; he still wasn’t smiling, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes; probably because he knew about something his big brother didn’t know about.

Still sullen, he lowered the raised eyebrow, and said, “You put a kid’s head in the toilet then you flush it.”

I smiled; not just because it instantly made sense to me why they would call this sordid activity growling—I could imagine the sound it must make in the growlee’s ears when the water in the toilet was swirling, gurgling and flushing—but I was also smiling at the thought of Billy holding the other kids head down, grinning, and hitting the lever.

I laughed and shook my head. “That’s pretty funny,” I said.

He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on his face. “Yeh,” he said. “It was pretty funny.”

A horrific thought occurred to me. “Was there anything… you know… in it?” I asked.

He smiled real big at the thought of that then said, “No, just water.”

I said, “Still pretty gross, though.”

He shrugged his shoulders then went back to scowling at the wall.

I growled a kid… how funny is that?

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Feed Him Cheese

When my son Billy was about a year and a half old, he developed a pretty nasty case of diarrhea.  Sorry! I could not think of a more gentle way to say it! Nonetheless, it was no fun for any of us, including poor Billy, and we were at our wit’s end as to how to solve the problem. We had tried everything we knew to do. Read the rest of this entry »

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One-Adam-12

My pizza crew!This is another short one about when I worked for Shakey’s Pizza in Phoenix. It was actually my first day with them.

Just a quick fill-in: I was actually hired to manage the Shakey’s on Central Avenue in Phoenix because I was a good softball player. I ain’t lying! Read the rest of this entry »

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I Growled A Kid

My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would torment our youngest brother, Ken. You can read about that in my poem, He’s Aggravatin! Some humorous stories about Billy are, Tramp… The Rest of The Story, and Ken: I Had to Go!, and Making Billy Smile. Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Miss This Story

At 7:00 this evening, I’ll be posting another story about my little brother, Billy. If you don’t have time to catch it tonight, stop by and read it tomorrow. It’s my favorite story about Billy! My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would Read the rest of this entry »

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Tramp… The Rest of the Story

 I told you about my first dog, Tramp; the one that was half coyote, half border collie. The coyote part of him made him a sneaky little dog, and at night he would roam the nearby hay fields, hunting rabbits, mice or other small game. I never actually saw him hunt, but he was free to roam, as we had no fence, and I often saw him trotting away toward the fields. On a few occasions, I found him with blood on his muzzle in the morning. Read the rest of this entry »

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One-Adam-12

My pizza crew!This is another short one about when I worked for Shakey’s Pizza in Phoenix. It was actually my first day with them.

Just a quick fill-in: I was actually hired to manage the Shakey’s on Central Avenue in Phoenix because I was a good softball player. I ain’t lying! Read the rest of this entry »

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