How soon these cat lovers forget. Perhaps my favorite pet of all times was Roy M. Quick. I told you the story a few years ago, but I’m getting too much static about my obsession favoring the canine species. Here’s a recap of my love affair with my tabby pal: I think …
The answer was repeated over and over 60 years ago at Brookside Park. Pickup basketball games were played every day, year-round. When one of us grade school “stars” would mess up (drop a pass, commit a hard foul or accidentally throw an elbow while going for a rebound), he …
Who would have thunk? Certainly not me. Yet, this celebrates the 1,000th blog post I have written over the last decade. You have been so kind and supportive. Your email responses have encouraged me to keep writing. Much of your feedback has made me a brighter and better …
I was walking the path around Mills Park. My mind was cluttered. Things hadn’t gone my way all day. Three little girls (maybe age 5 or 6) were holding hands in a circle and singing “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear… Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.” I stopped and smiled, then laughed. I …
After thousands of responses to my blog and books, it arrived yesterday. A real email with a name change to protect my critic: Don, Your ego is through the roof. Why do you think anyone gives a damn about your pathetic life and your stupid dogs? You bore me and anger me at …
I wish some of the friendly skirmishes I have with Sherry could play out like a football game. She often accuses me of things I said or did that are totally off the mark. She thinks I went out of bounds in my behavior when my ”accurate” recollection tells a different …
When I was a little boy in Ames, Iowa, and out somewhere with my mom, Irene (the “supreme commander”), and my dad, Vern (the “indentured servant”), a beautiful scene would suddenly appear. It could be a hummingbird on a red rose or a rainbow appearing after …
It’s about to twinkle out. My birthday showed up, and now I’m only 365 days away from 80. What special thing did I do to celebrate? Nothing. My day fell into line with most of the previous days this year. I walked with my four dogs. Twice. I did the dishes. Twice I had …
When a close friend treats me in a lousy fashion (in my opinion), I try to figure out what I did to tick them off. I can go through all kinds of suppositions. It’s not a pretty scene inside my sensitive brain. There’s a lot of silly putty being stirred around. The answer is …
Perhaps a few of you are lucky enough to have no bad days. That’s not me. Often, I know where they originate: a sleepless night, severe back pain, losing my car keys and wallet at the same time, feeling guilty because I goofed up again, not getting what I want. I …
