Russell Gayer, author speaker
The first cold front of the season moved into NW Arkansas this week. Connie dug our long-handles out of the dresser. I get to wear them Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and she gets ‘em Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday—wash day is on Monday. If the… Continue Reading “California Scheming”
Well, I hope everyone got what they wanted for Halloween—not what they deserved. Oh . . .? Connie just reminded me that Christmas is when people get gifts, not Halloween. Sorry, wrong holiday, my bad. These days they start promoting Christmas right after the… Continue Reading “Time to Stop Digging”
Halloween is upon us and the question on everyone’s lips is, “What’s up with those ‘FUN SIZE’ candy bars?” For decades, we’ve been fed the age-old mantras of size matters and bigger is better. Looks like we’ve finally come full circle—less is now more.… Continue Reading “The Blind Date”
Well, I made it back from my four-day sabbatical in the wilderness. Unlike Jesus, I didn’t fast for forty days, but I was tempted by the Devil. He showed up with some beer and started ragging me about all the poor, hard-working Americans at… Continue Reading “The Shallow End of the Gene Pool”
I’m going to be away from my computer and the internet for a few days starting Friday afternoon, so I decided not to participate in Friday Flash Fiction this week. However, I do encourage you to check out the fine stories posted by those authors… Continue Reading “Money Talks—an interview with Benjamin Franklin”
I must have been ten or eleven when I got my first record player. Dad rolled his eyes and prophesied, “That thing will be nothing but a constant expense for you.” He was right. My music addiction would become a costly habit. With albums… Continue Reading “The Flop Factory”
Several years ago, Connie and I volunteered to work an event called “The Art of Wine” at the Walton Arts Center. This is as close as it gets to a red-carpet, Hollywood-style evening in Northwest Arkansas where our most elite (and wealthiest) citizens turn… Continue Reading “The Art of Whine”
It’s good to be back in Arkansas. I spend a good three hours Tuesday clicking the heels of my ruby work boots together and chanting, “There’s no place like Goshen, there’s no place like Goshen.” Finally, the most powerful wizard of US Airways put… Continue Reading “She Came In Through the Bathroom Window”
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