Night Sweats

I’ve been having real weird dreams lately. It usually involves me being late for something. Now, Linda might say, well, that’s not a dream it’s how I really am and she’s right, I do procrastinate. In fact, I’m the poster boy for putting things off until tomorrow what I could have done today. It drives…

Bye Bye Buggs & Ole

In the last few days, two well known institutions of higher learning in South Dakota have taken on a new look…a leaner, meaner appearance that, according to the image makers, will not only boost the pride factor at each respective school but also strike fear into the hearts of their rivals on the field of…

So You Think This is Cold?

  “Boy it sure got cold last night.” “How cold was it?” “It was so cold that the town flasher ran up to a woman and described himself.”   As I sit here at my computer desk looking out the window, it’s hard to realize that on the other side of the glass, just a…

Dallas..Scene of the Crime

I was with several other members of the senior class at Volga High School who had just finished eating lunch in the school cafeteria and were slowly drifting back to the study hall for a few minutes before our next class. It was Friday and, as usual, hard to concentrate on school work with the…

What About Bob?

All my life, I’ve had this thing about cats; I don’t like them all that much. It’s not that cats are particularly evil or anything it’s just that they seem to have this superiority complex and condescending attitude that I find annoying and, yes, intimidating. When I was a boy, I remember a stray cat…

Miles and Miles of Texas

Howdy folks..   Ah bet y’all were fixin’ to call out the police figerin’ that yer trusty ol’ blogger had been abducted  by aliens around Roswell,  New Mexico or had ventured a mite too close to the Mexican border at Juarez  and wound up in the back of a truck headed off to an avocado…

Seeing Stars

I’ve been looking around trying to spot some of the hundreds of celebrities that are in Phoenix for the Super Bowl and the FBR pro golf tournament but haven’t seen a one. Perhaps that’s because Linda and I rarely leave the peace and tranquility of this lovely town called Fountain Hills. Located a dozen or…