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The Cabin’s On Fire!

While I was doing a construction project in Huntsville, Texas I lived in a travel trailer in a nice RV park on the shore of Lake Livingston. I did a lot of fishing and swimming during the one summer I was there, and it was great. Read the rest of this entry »

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It Looks Like You Lost!

Y’all know how I love to tell “Wes” stories; well, here’s one of my favorites. It’s about this one evening when Wes came dragging into our house, scratched up, bruised, and limping. If it hadn’t been for his patented, lopsided grin, I would have thought he’d been in a car accident. Read the rest of this entry »

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Wesley’s First Caper

Back when I used to work for Shakey’s Pizza, one of the stores I managed was on 43rd and Camelback in Phoenix, and we lived in a condo across the street. I could see my front door from my work station where I rolled the dough and cut it into pizza sizes every morning.

One morning, as I rolled and cut the dough, I was shocked and alarmed to see a police car pull up in front of the condo. The policeman got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side. When he came into full view, walking toward the condo’s front door, he had hold of my five-year-old son, Wes’ hand.

I yelled at whoever was working with me that I’d be right back, and raced around the counter and out the back door–we weren’t open yet, so the front door was still locked. The startled employee stared at me with wide eyes as I went busting out the door.

I went into the condo, expecting the worst, only to find out Wesley had pulled his first of what would become many Wes stunts. His mother’s face was a beautiful shade of red, (I think Billy was at school) and the policeman was trying not to laugh. Wes looked at me with what would become his famous, “don’t ask me, I’m just the little brother” look.

“What’s going on?” I asked the officer.

He said, “Well, Mr. Mashburn, your son decided to play mail man this morning.”

I blinked and I’m sure my look was something to the effect of, “Don’t ask me, I’m just the dad.”

The guy couldn’t help but chuckle, as he explained that young Wes had gone to the mailboxes at some of the surrounding condos, gathered the mail from them, and was in the process of redistributing it when someone called the police.

Wes was intently watching the policeman as he told the story. When I had the facts, I looked down at Wes and scowled, then back to the officer. “Is he going to have to go to jail?” I asked.

Those of you who know Wes, will know I am not kidding, when I tell you Wes never batted an eye, just turned his attention back to the officer and waited to see what the answer would be.

The policeman was about to lose it, but kept a straight face and directed his answer to Wes. “No,” he said. “But it better not happen again.”

Wes smiled–again this, the smile, would become famous–his sideways smile and said, “Cool,” then calmly walked out of the room.

As I walked with the officer to his car, he chuckled and said, “That’s some kid you got there.”

He nor I knew how prophetic the statement was…. just sayin…

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I Got a Million Wes Stories!

Well, maybe not a million, but I got a bunch. Wes, as those who know him will attest to, is a different kinda cat. Some would even say he ain’t right, if you get my drift! I like to describe him as the most laid-back nervous person I know. But the truth is, he’s just Wes, he’s funny as the dickens, and this is one of the first times I can remember him saying something that cracked me up. I think he was about five when this little episode occurred. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cabin’s On Fire!

While I was doing the construction project in Huntsville (see my story, Boss… I’m Goin’ Blind), I lived in a travel trailer in a nice RV park on the shore of Lake Livingston. I did a lot of fishing and swimming during the one summer I was there, and it was great.

Toward the end of the job, my youngest son, Wes joined me, and because the travel trailer wasn’t really suitable for two adult men, I rented one of the cabins in the RV park. It was a fairly nice little lake cabin; it had two bedrooms, and was completely furnished. Perfect! Read the rest of this entry »

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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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It Looks Like You Lost!

Y’all know how I love to tell “Wes” stories; well, here’s one of my favorites. It’s about this one evening when Wes came dragging into our house, scratched up, bruised, and limping. If it hadn’t been for his patented, lopsided grin, I would have thought he’d been in a car accident. Read the rest of this entry »

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Wesley’s First Caper

Okay, first get a good laugh while you look at yours truly back when I used to work for Shakey’s Pizza then I have another Wes story for you! Read the rest of this entry »

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I Got a Million Wes Stories!

Well, maybe not a million, but I got a bunch. Wes, as those who know him will attest to, is a different kinda cat. Some would even say he ain’t right, if you get my drift! Read the rest of this entry »

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