Russell Gayer, author speaker
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”
Greetings from sunny Southern California. Connie and I flew out on Monday. She’s having a procedure at UCLA Med Center and I’m observing people in an unnatural habitat. The culture shock goes both ways. Most residents of Westwood have never experienced a genuine Arkansas… Continue Reading “A Non-Celebrity Roast”
I have a strong stomach, but this week’s photo made me GAG! Now, I’m afraid to go to sleep for fear this disgusting image has burned itself into my brain cell (singular). When I was child nightmares of snakes often plagued my sleep. Just… Continue Reading “Ozark Snotmouth”
A few months ago, Connie bought a small autograph book at a garage sale. The first entry is dated December 28, 1939 leaving me to believe it was a Christmas gift. The original owner lived near Strickler, Arkansas and the signatures and personal notes… Continue Reading “Goin’ Green”
How many of you took typing class in Junior High? It was not the macho thing to do in the fall of 1969. The boys who took Athletics (those on football or basketball teams) qualified for a testosterone exemption and were not required to… Continue Reading “Take a Letter, Maria”
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