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The Grouchy Old Man

This is a true story. It happened in the summer of 1998 when Sherry and I lived in Pflugerville. It was a dawning of the ages, I suspect. I hope it brings a smile to your face; it does mine, every time I read it.

The Grouchy Old Man

Was not long ago this happenin’ happent

On a Saturday as I best recall

Out the window I saw some kids in a tree

And thought, what if they should fall

Stepped out the front door and in a gruff tone

Said, you kids get outta that tree

Their eyes got all bugged & they fell like ripe fruit

Then ran off as fast as could be

They ran down that street lickety split

Like the devil himself had roared

I chuckled and watched ‘em high tailin’

And then thought to myself, oh Lord

The wife had come out to check on the fuss

And saw the kids as they fled the scene

She saw the strange grin I had on my face

And said, dear are you being mean

Well, alas, my dear, seems I’ve finally done it

She asked, what is that, my sweet

I replied with a sigh, I’ve gone and become

That grouchy old man down the street

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn                       

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Eeeyeent Eenk!

I can still recall the driving trips with the family, and I have to tell you about this one time where I inadvertently tried to drive the old man crazy. I was young, maybe six or seven, and was riding in the back seat of our Ford Fairlane. This was back when smoking was cool, and not something folks got dirty looks for, like they do these days. At any rate, there were ashtrays on the armrests of both the back doors; little metal jobs, that you could pull out of the armrest to empty. When you opened and closed the ashtray, it made a little squeaking noise kind of like, “eeeyeent” when you opened it, and “eenk” when you closed it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Just Like His Grandpa!

My two grandsons played their first high school football game of the season Friday. One, Trevor, is a senior, and his younger brother, Nathan, is a sophomore. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Grouchy Old Man

This is a true story. It happened in the summer of 1998 when Sherry and I lived in Pflugerville. It was a dawning of the ages, I suspect. I hope it brings a smile to your face; it does mine, every time I read it. I’m posting it for The Purple Treehouse Blog’s Funny Bunny Friday. Read the rest of this entry »

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Going Down? – Part three

I hit the ground, my momentum caused me to lose my footing, and I tumbled sideways into the aforementioned ditch. I was, at that point, virtually upside down; my head in the ditch—no water in it, thank God—and the belt holding my body, at the waist—firmly to the pole. My shirt was torn down the front, and I began to feel a burning sensation on one side of my face, chest, and stomach. Read the rest of this entry »

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Going Down? – Part two

First thing the next morning, I had an install on my schedule. It was perfect; a residential area, where the pole the cable was on was at the side of the property; I could park near the pole so I didn’t have to walk far. I jumped out of the truck, put on my hooks and belt then filled the pouches on the belt with the necessary tools and parts for the job. I was puffed up like a big old toad, strutting around there, with the belt and hooks clanking and clacking at every step. I was the man! Read the rest of this entry »

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Going down?

Here’s one about yours truly some of you might enjoy. I’ve pulled some stunts in my life, and many of them were due to my finely honed rebellious and somewhat not-so-patient way of looking at and doing things. What I’m trying to say is I already knew everything, so just give me the high points, I got things to do. Such was the case when my grandpa taught me to climb poles. Read the rest of this entry »

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Eeeyeent Eenk!

I can still recall the driving trips with the family, and I have to tell you about this one time where I inadvertently tried to drive the old man crazy. I was young, maybe six or seven, and was riding in the back seat of our Ford Fairlane. This was back when smoking was cool, and not something folks got dirty looks for, like they do these days. At any rate, there were ashtrays on the armrests of both the back doors; little metal jobs, that you could pull out of the armrest to empty. When you opened and closed the ashtray, it made a little squeaking noise kind of like, “eeeyeent” when you opened it, and “eenk” when you closed it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Going Down? – Part three

I hit the ground, my momentum caused me to lose my footing, and I tumbled sideways into the aforementioned ditch. I was, at that point, virtually upside down; my head in the ditch—no water in it, thank God—and the belt holding my body, at the waist—firmly to the pole. My shirt was torn down the front, and I began to feel a burning sensation on one side of my face, chest, and stomach. Read the rest of this entry »

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Going Down? – Part two

First thing the next morning, I had an install on my schedule. It was perfect; a residential area, where the pole the cable was on was at the side of the property; I could park near the pole so I didn’t have to walk far to get my tools and parts. I jumped out of the truck, put on my hooks and belt then filled the pouches on the belt with the necessary tools and parts for the job. I was puffed up like a big old toad, strutting around there, with the belt and hooks clanking and clacking at every step. I was the man! Read the rest of this entry »

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