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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

 In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get Your Ducks In A Row!

Here’s another poem I’ve posted before, but I know some of you probably missed it, too. It’sone of those silly things that just popped into my head when I heard the title phrase said. We’ve all been there, and done this, in one way or another. I hope you get a chuckle out of it Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

I’ve posted this poem before, but I know some of you probably missed it. I wrote it after Sherry and I stopped to look at one of those old abandoned houses you see every now and then on the backroads, and even the highways, of Texas. Looking at the neglected, decaying house, I could see in the various fixtures the lives of those who had lived there…. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mom’s Cooking – Survival 101

Okay, let me start by saying that Mom’s a great cook now… but, man we were some pretty good guinea pigs back in the day. In fact, I sometimes think Lucille Ball patterned her red-headed character in “I Love Lucy” after my mom! Read the rest of this entry »

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Just an Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers.

            I hadn’t gone far when I came upon an old boat. Read the rest of this entry »

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