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Being 5 is So Cool

Most spring and summer weekdays, there are quite a few mommies and little ones at the park where I walk the dog—mostly right along the street side where our trip normally first takes us. I call it the mommy club, because it consists of mostly moms and their four to five-year-old little ones. The moms, grandma’s and a few dads and grandpas sit in lawn chairs, as the little ones are “coached” in the game of soccer. I use the coached loosely, not because the person doing the coaching is not qualified or knowledgeable, but because the little ones are in no way, shape, or form, coachable. 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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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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Golf Tips

I have been known to be a bit of a smart aleck now and then. No, no, I know most of you find that hard to believe, but it’s true. Every once in a great while, I lose my mild mannered courteous ways, and say something inappropriate; it happens to the best of us.

My golfing buddy Jay Bird has wandered into the path of one of my salvos now and then, but him being a bit of a wise-guy his own self, he usually walks away none the worse for wear. I got him good one day out on the course though. 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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The Richard Rule

I’ve told you about the pasture pool golf course out in Spicewood Beach where we used to live in several of my stories (there will be more golf stories!);are two examples. Here’s another one you might enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mowin’ The Greens

I’ve told you about the pasture pool golf course out in Spicewood Beach where we used to live in several of my stories (there will be more golf stories!); The Daily Lie, and Redneck Economics are two examples. But, there was also some work involved in the equation. I mentioned before, it was a self-maintained course, and I was involved in a bit of the voluntary labor. Read the rest of this entry »

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Times Ago

This is one of those poems I wrote when the world seemed not so right. Something was obviously bothering me, and in my clumsy attempt to put it to verse, I vented my troubled mind. I do that, put my “pen” to my emotions; good or bad, I try to simply let it out. I hope you understand what I try to convey. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Daily Lie

When we lived in the community of Spicewood Beach, out by Lake Travis, the lake, golf course, and lakeside picnic cabanas were the gathering place for the people we liked to hang out with. We’d have barbecues down there almost every summer weekend; I’d fire up my trusty Weber grill, and everyone would bring whatever meat they wanted cooked. Of course, the cooking could not start until I’d finished my daily round of golf on our little, self-maintained, nine-hole course. It wasn’t much of a course, compared to “real” golf courses, but it was free, never crowded, and right next to the lake. Read the rest of this entry »

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