The pandemic has kept Connie and I spending more time at home and limited our social interaction with family, friends, and neighbors. Fortunately, we’ve been blessed by an outpouring of cards, letters, and phone calls from people we don’t even know. I’ve been amazed… Continue Reading “The Pilgrimage”
It’s not everyday someone you know has a four-digit birthday. In fact, most people would consider crossing the century mark quite an accomplishment in longevity. But like Methuselah says, “After three or four thousand years, who’s counting?” At his age, finding health insurance is… Continue Reading “Methuselah Comes to America”
Those of you who read this blog on a regular basis know I’m prone to steal inspiration from unlikely sources. A couple of weeks ago, I butchered a passage of Shakespeare. This week, I’m plagiarizing one of the great comedic minds of the 21st… Continue Reading “The Cesspool of Middle Age”
Tuesday afternoon, while driving across the endless plains known as Kansas, I noticed a sign hanging over the entrance to someone’s driveway. The sign read, “On this spot in 1897 nothing happened.” I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my cousin, JB Hogan.… Continue Reading “Gone with the Breeze”
Last September, Connie and I had the great pleasure of visiting the Clinton Library in Little Rock, Arkansas. We spent a couple hours there and probably saw less than half of what there is to see. If you haven’t toured a Presidential Library, today’s… Continue Reading “Presidential Library”
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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