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He Sure Looks Familiar

Y’all might have noticed, I love telling stories about my little brother, Ken. This one is about Ken’s encounter with a celebrity; he’s always been kind of the star-struck sort, and as you will see, he is, at times, at a loss for words. (NOT!) Read the rest of this entry »

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April Fools, Little Brother!

As many of you know, I take great delight in making people laugh. What most of you don’t know is there was a time when I considered this day–April 1st–a National Holiday. Yes, April Fool’s Day, when I was in my jokester prime, was my favorite day of the year. Just ask my little brother… Read the rest of this entry »

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Dandy Don!

I have to tell y’all another one about my brother, Ken. I love telling “Ken Stories”! Have you noticed? This one is about Ken’s encounter with a celebrity; he’s always been kind of the star-struck sort, and as you will see, he is, at times, at a loss for words. (NOT!) Read the rest of this entry »

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If Ya Can’t Beat ’em…

In my story, The Old Man And The Tree, I tell about my days as a logger in the northwest, and I also mention I was in the best physical shape of my life when I was working at that job. A badly broken leg ended my logging career, and partly due to being in a cast, and on crutches off and on for a couple of years, I lost my fine physique, and put on quite a bit of weight. Read the rest of this entry »

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Ken Almost Wins One

Ken is five years younger than me, and I never gave him any slack when we were growing up; he couldn’t beat me at anything. But as we got older—into young adulthood—and he started to catch up with me in size, he got real determined. It didn’t do him much good; I still whipped him at just about any sport or game that required any kind of athletic ability. Not that I was a great athlete or anything, but Ken was… awe, let’s not go there. <chuckle>

He almost beat me at bowling one time though. Almost. Read the rest of this entry »

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He Was Finished With It

When I started writing these blog stories, I figured I had enough material to last a long time with just Wes stories. Imagine my surprise when one story after another keeps popping into my head about my brother, Ken. He is by far the star of this show! Read the rest of this entry »

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Dandy Don!

I have to tell y’all another one about my brother, Ken. I love telling “Ken Stories”! Have you noticed? This one is about Ken’s encounter with a celebrity; he’s always been kind of the star-struck sort, and as you will see, he is, at times, at a loss for words. (NOT!) Read the rest of this entry »

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Go Get Us Some Firewood, Ski!

Here’s a quick little fun story for ya. The names have not been changed because it doesn’t really matter, and if it does, Ken and Ski can sue me! Surely they’ve heard the term, “You can’t get blood from a turnip.” Which in southern-speak translates to, “I ain’t got nothin’, so knock yerself out!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Open the Door, Chuck!

Okay, it seems like every time I tell one Shakey’s story, another one pops into my brain. This one, surprisingly, involves someone y’all might know; if, that is, you’ve been reading any of my other stories. Read the rest of this entry »

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On The Other Hand – A Little Help?

If y’all will look back on that first gardnin story, you will see I never claimed to be an expert in the hoeing department. As hoers go, I consider myself a rank amateur. Rank as in downright, not as in I smell bad. Both, I reckon, would be a matter of opinion. Read the rest of this entry »

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