Russell Gayer, author speaker
Several years ago, which I was much younger and even more immature, Luis Rivera and I decided to sing our version of some holiday classics over the print shop intercom. We entertained co-workers with a rousing rendition of “Rudolf the Brown-Nose Reindeer,” the tale… Continue Reading “Portal of Disappointment”
The rain in Spain may fall mainly on the plain, but in Northwest Arkansas it falls on the hills and races down to flood the creeks (pronounced with a long E), wash out the roads, and confound the simple minded. One thing that’s always… Continue Reading “Mount St. Molehill”
Rachel Crofton stopped by last week. She’s been busy editing and adding bullet points to last year’s Black Friday Shopping Tips. I will be posting those points here a few days prior to Thanksgiving for those of you willing to risk life & limb… Continue Reading “Finding Cinderella”
If you’re dropping by to read my take on this week’s photo prompt, I want to forewarn you, it’s a pretty morbid tale. Frankly, I’m embarrassed to even know an author who would stoop such lowbrow forms of entertainment. Come Friday, I’ll be heading… Continue Reading “Day After Undead Day”
A few months ago, the Washington County Road Department, in their infinite wisdom, decided to grade our dirt road. This is a process whereby they fill the smooth, clean ruts that we have spent months honing to a near-asphalt finish, and fill them with… Continue Reading “From Frazzled to Frayed”
Do you remember when every can of Pork & Beans contained one or two tiny cubes of a white, tofu-looking substance? Supposedly, this was “The Pork” responsible for top billing in the product’s name. Even though these morsels appeared to have no flavor of… Continue Reading “Ramen Gruel”
I’ve been accused of a lot of things in the past three years. Putting gum in Janet’s hair, planting a whoopee cushion in Sandra’s seat, and singing Buck owens’ “I’ve Got A Tiger By Tail,” at the top of my lungs until the bus… Continue Reading “Walmartian Tour, 2012 (reprise)”
Last Friday morning, I arrived at the Inn of the Ozarks in Eureka Springs only to be greeted by this lovely sign on the marquee. Evidently, we were in for quite an adventure in travel as they had repeated the word twice. I imagined… Continue Reading “Weekend at the Quilt Guild”
This weekend, I’ll be rubbing elbows with talented writers, editors, and publishers at the 48th Annual Ozark Creative Writers Conference in Eureka Springs. I think I’ll go incognito and dress as Hemingway, Faulkner, or Stephen King. They seem to have grown tired of my… Continue Reading “Spin Cycle”
The company I work for is continually reinventing itself. We’re even considering adopting an Aretha Franklin song and altering the lyrics to “Change, change, change . . . .” Most people have hard time adjusting to change, but I tend to respond to it… Continue Reading “One Idiot Short of a Village”
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