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Category: Remember when…
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As a welder's helper for H.B. Zachry back in 1978, I learned alligator cooked in a welding rod hot box tastes a lot like chicken and that it's important to know who you are and have a tight grip on your values when submerged in a world of loose rules and questionable ethics. I was introduced to…
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It's a soft morning…muted sunshine, a sky swirling in faded blues, pinks and grays, a whispering breeze that's not too warm, not too cold. My walk was quiet – just light birdsong, puppies panting and our mingled footsteps padding along the wet sand of our road. (Frankie has opted out of our morning walks lately…
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A dance, a kiss, some conversation. That's how it all started, twenty-eight years ago tonight. When I walked into the club that long ago Friday night, pondering my lonely future, a dark cloud hovered over my head conjured by my dour thoughts. It's hard to imagine now, but there I was at twenty-two, already feeling so old. So…
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The pretty waitress with the green eyes and dark curly hair caught his eye, but he was too shy to ask her out. Nevertheless, he told all of the other highway patrolmen that she was off limits. The pretty waitress wondered why none of the handsome highway patrolman would ask her out! Finally, someone told her…
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Aside from holidays, it's a rare day when I get to see all three of my kids. That's one of the down sides of this Empty Nest thing. And even holidays aren't a given anymore. But today is one of those rare, treasured days! I spent the whole day with Kendall, battling early morning Austin…
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Being a father to a son…hoping your footprints lead him in the right direction, knowing he's watching you for clues on how to be a man, remembering all of the outside influences that can be so distracting to a boy growing up…that's got to be tough enough when you have one son, but imagine if you had nine sets…
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Remembering my friend Nancy on her birthday, and feeling very grateful for our friendship.
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Celebrating a long-time friendship, wishing Rae a happy 50th birthday.
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I believe the last big Fifty party has come and gone – and it was a Grand Finale, just like at the end of a fabulous 4th of July fireworks show. Of course, I have to make it clear that Rae is not 50. Yet. She is hanging on tight to 49 for three more days.…
Long Hollow 