Linda and I were out with some friends the other night and a couple people, who recognized me from my TV days, stopped over at our table to say hi. As I approach two years of retirement, that sort of thing happens less and less these days. I’m fine with that but I’d be lying if I…
My mom sounded a little like one of those carnival sideshow barkers as she opened the bedroom door to wake my brothers and me from our slumber; “hurry, hurry, hurry, come on boys..time to get up and a movin’. We don’t want to be late for the fair.” It was still dark outside but my dad…
I was born to trod the boards to hear the roar of the crowd to have the smell of greasepaint in my nostrils. The only ones who knew how talented an actor I was, though, were the friends I played with as a kid. They would marvel at the site of me swimming around the dock in front…
It had been a restless night; up every two hours to do what a lot of old guys have to do..especially if they consume a beverage or two before bedtime. My last call of nature was at 6:30a.m. so I just decided to stay up..make some coffee and read the paper. An hour later I’m on…
I talked with two of my granddaughters in Lincoln, Nebraska on Sunday to wish them well on their first day of school this week. 6 year old Zoey is starting the first grade while 18 year old Allison is one of the fresh new freshmen at the University of Nebraska. She arrived on campus over the…
When John Mogen called me about playing drums and singing in his band, Mogen’s Heroes, back in 1988, I hesitated…unsure of being up to the task. I’d have to fill the shoes of Scott Klaverkamp who’d been Mogen’s Heroes’ first and only drummer and who could sing all the high notes. I’d heard the group…
Years ago our Aberdeen bureau reporter for Keloland was reprimanded for what might be considered to be multi-tasking to the extreme. A viewer spotted him in the news vehicle on his way to cover a story.Not only was our guy speeding but he was also smoking a cigarette, drinking a cup of coffee and had the newspaper…
As I sit here at the computer this morning, my still ample-size stomach is growling away like Ol’ Yeller at the end of the movie just before they shot him. I’m hungry. I’m also angry. For some reason, the Atkins experiment has become the Atkins discouragement. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up on…
Lund at Large My back is really aching after playing golf every day this past week. It’s not that I want to play so much, you understand, I’m retired and it’s the law. On several occasions recently, my friend Denny Graves and I have teed ‘em up. We play to about the same handicap and have tested…