A few days ago while on my midday walk with the dogs, when I was on the 1700 block of 15th Street South, I saw what looked like an albino […]
Father’s Day – Rolling Thunder
The front porch of our little, off-white stucco house in Medora, N.D., was a magical place to be on hot, muggy summer evenings. / I was about 5 years old, and it was father-son time. I’d lean back, feel the strength in his chest and the arm around me, enjoy the cracking of peanuts in one of his big hands or the aroma of tobacco as he puffed at his pipe from time to time.
Positively Brilliant
I’d never heard a more miserable, pitiful statement in my life, and I haven’t heard a more miserable, pitiful one since. It came in an upper-level English literature course of […]
How I Became a Pirate
Once there was a little girl who, although I didn’t know it yet, was to be the first of three for my wife, Cassi, and me. The little lass loved books. More than that she loved having them read to her at bedtime….
Feeling Blue? Get Yourself Some P!nk. Or Just About Any Other Color.
From Pink Floyd to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, there have been a lot of colors along the way.
Extra! Extra! Part II
I submitted “Extra! Extra!” (see earlier post on this blog) to Country Extra magazine, which was soliciting personal, small-town stories featuring acts of kindness. The magazine’s editors shortened the piece considerably and printed it […]
My Olympic Circle
To Calgary and back, and my signature Olympic moment came in Circle, Mont.