I’m watching flocks of robins outside my window pane Gobbling up sun dried berries and shivering in the rain. Their instinct says it’s time to leave as they fuel up for the trip The branches swaying to and fro offering very little grip. I love it when robins come each spring but hate it…
Well, it’s that time of year again when, for some mysterious reason, we feel the need to dress up in frightening costumes like monsters, ghosts and witches or George W. Bush…then go around trying to scare the crap out of people. We decorate our homes to look like cemeteries..we take down old glory and run up a…
Looking out my window has me struggling to describe the feelings these gloomy days conjure up. There are the usual ones, of course; dreary, dank, dark, glum, depressing, dismal, despairing, dejected, disappointing and melancholy. But, I think what I feel most is ticked off. My reasons are purely selfish. My golf game was finally starting…
“This could be the last nice day we have for awhile, I’m not going to waste it sitting in the house,” Linda announced as I poured my second cup of coffee and headed for the computer room. “I’ll be out in the back putting the deck furniture away and winterize the plants.” That’s where I’m…
I certainly hope the statute of limitations applies here because I’m about to confess to a crime from my youth that continues to haunt me more than any ghost or goblin ever could this time of year. I’m pretty sure it was in the fall of 1959 because I had reached that awkward age of…
Last Spring around the time of Dave Dedrick’s 81st birthday, he and his lovely wife, Marjean, came down to Skelly’s to hear Mogen’s Heroes play for the big St. Patrick’s Day celebration that always packs the place. When I got up to sing a couple songs, I mentioned that my old pal Captain 11 was…
It’s supposed to snow in Minneapolis after midnight Friday. Temperatures for the weekend are forecast in the mid forties with nighttime lows around 30. Cold, snowy weather is just as common as Indian Summer in these parts this time of year which is why I’m awfully glad Minneapolis has a dome in which to play…
A couple years ago, Linda’s mom..Mother Mary..gave me a very special Christmas gift..one that keeps on giving year round. She had noticed how much I enjoyed reading her Reminisce Magazine every time we visited her house in Alcester so she got me a subscription which I really look forward to receiving every couple months because…
“What are you guys doing this weekend?” said our friends the Graves when they called. “Nothing much,” we replied. “For our anniversary, our kids got us a free night’s stay at the Ameristar in Omaha,” they said, “Wanna go along?” “Well sure,” we said. “That was mighty nice of your kids to spring for two…
If the commenter in my last blog was repulsed by references to phlegm ..wait till he (or she) gets a load of this. Linda and I are at war; not with each other..but with a devilish little foe that invaded our home while we were gone for ten days. Behold the enemy! Okay, I admit that this picture…