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I’m Outta Money!

There is a group of folks—varied in degrees, I might add—who are commonly known as rednecks. I am among the group, but consider myself to be far to one side of the scale, and at times unrecognizable as one of the members. 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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Gimme A Ball, Chuck!

Since we haven’t had a Ken story, or a golf story, for awhile, I’m going to give you both in the same dose today. That’s not as easy as it might sound, as Ken has never played much golf. Then again, that’s what makes stories about him and the game so much fun. Read the rest of this entry »

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Honish Ossiffer, I Ain’ Den Brinkin’

Okay, two beers; I had two beers about three hours ago. What twelve pack? Empty cans in the back of my truck? Oh, you think this is my truck? You’re probably about to go off duty, ain’t ya? Do you really want to mess with all the paperwork this is gonna involve? Read the rest of this entry »

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Redneck Economics

The guy turned his head slowly, stared at Jaybird with one eye closed and the other one narrowed to a slit. The expression on his face was one that imparted the idea that he was trying to decide if he should fight Jaybird, or leave him alone because he was just plain stupid. Read the rest of this entry »

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What Trees?

Since I’m in Odessa this morning, I’ll tell you another of my favorite Uncle Marvin stories. This one is about the only time I ever played golf with Uncle Marvin—probably because he figured once on the links with me was enough. I’ve never been very good at the game and at the time I wasn’t just not very good; I was terrible! Uncle Marvin was a good golfer, and I’m pretty sure my presence and antics did nothing to enhance his score on this day. Read the rest of this entry »

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Honish Ossiffer, I Ain’ Den Brinkin’

Okay, two beers; I had two beers about three hours ago. What twelve pack? Empty cans in the back of my truck? Oh, you think this is my truck? Read the rest of this entry »

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Redneck Economics

The guy turned his head slowly, stared at Jaybird with one eye closed and the other one narrowed to a slit. The expression on his face was one that imparted the idea that he was trying to decide if he should fight Jaybird, or leave him alone, because he was just plain stupid. Read the rest of this entry »

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