hey now, hey now, it seems it’s over

I had just mowed our 1-acre yard on a late-April Saturday in 1987.  Suddenly, I dropped my ice water.  A blond-haired, blue-eyed 6th grader was pedaling her Schwinn bicycle by our house.  I was pretty sure I recognized her from school–she was the new girl…Julie Scott?  Yeah, that’s right…she’d just moved from Colorado.  I wondered [...]

where have you gone, fair queen zima? i used to turn my lonely eyes to you.

For the rest of my life, I will remember exactly where I was when I learned that no more Zima would be made. It was October 20; I was driving on I-24 West towards Nashville, passing Winchester, TN.  I had to pull over and cry.  I felt as though I’d learned my first love had [...]

spare the rod? not so much.

Pretty Bride and I were talking about punishment recently and how I thought “time out” was for pussies.  She says The Literature says that spanking is not really the best way to teach children right from wrong.  This got me to thinking about my childhood and the many, many whippings I endured when misunderstood or [...]

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