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The Great Clipper Caper

            I’ve talked about it before and I suppose it’s one of those things that I will just keep coming back to. The subject is perspective. Our perspective on a given event or issue quite often changes with time. I’d like to tell you about one such event in my life. I call it “The Great Clipper…

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All Keyed Up

            The month before I turned 25, I was offered a sub-contract job that needed to be completed within 6 weeks. The job entailed devising a Grand-Master keying system, rekeying the locks in a group of 12 apartment complexes, and the installation of the keyed locksets and deadbolts for what am…

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Annie and Me

 This is a fiction short story. I get the notion to write these from time to time. I hope you like it.

 

           I had just mustered out of the army in July of 1952 when I met my Annie. I was 21 and she was 18. I had spent the last 6 months of my time in the army recovering in two different V…

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How Do You Want To Be Remembered?

            From an early age I loved to read. I remember some of the books that I first had such as the ”Little Golden Books” and books about dinosaurs, the animal kingdom, and fairy tale books. By the time I was 6-years-old I was doing my best to read some of my father’s science fiction novels. Th…

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In Hot Pursuit

            I graduated from high school in May of 1974. I was about in the middle of my class rankings in a class of 726 graduating seniors. To be honest, I didn’t do my best throughout high school. I didn’t have to study much to “get by” with a B. I remember in my sophomore year being asked about …

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It's No Circus Either

            When I was growing up my father had two responses that he would give if we complained that something wasn’t fair. The conversation might go something like this:

            “That’s not fair!” I complained.

            “It’s no circus either.” Dad replied.…

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A Boy Named Curtis

            I want to tell you about a boy named Curtis. I was in 4th grade when I met Curtis. I went to Bonham Elementary School in Bryan, Texas. It was a small school with a total of 12 classes. There were two classes per grade from 1st through 6th grade. My teacher was a terrific teach…

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Was It A Dream or Was It Real?

            What follows is a work of fiction, but a wonderfully pleasant fiction . . .

            I awoke to the smell of bacon and biscuits cooking. It was a wonderful aroma that stirred my stomach with anticipation. As I laid there in bed enjoying the moment my eyes suddenly opened w…

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Maple Street Memories

            From May of 1963 through October of 1966 our family lived in Bryan, Texas. We moved there because my parents wanted to escape the big city of Houston and all that goes with living in a big city. Dad started his own piano tuning and repair business when we moved to Bryan. He had been work…

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Paw-Paw Gonna Fall In The Low!

            When I was a growing up our family made a once a month trek to visit my grandparents on their farm in East Texas. It was always something that we all looked forward to. In those days, we lived about 120 miles from the farm and in the very early years the trip was made on two-lane roads w…

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The Raid of Forgiveness

            Some of you may remember learning of the Doolittle Raid during World War II. It has been depicted many times in movies and books. It was a daring raid that was intended to let the Japanese military know that they were not invincible. It was led by Lt. Colonel Jimmy Doolittle a mere 4 mon…

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The Gift of Life

            It’s been a cold day here in East Texas. Cold for East Texas that is. The temperature at my house never got above 36 degrees. That may not be the below zero temperatures of some of our northern states, but for around here it’s cold. All that cold air outside went a long way in helping me…

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History 101

            I started a new recording project about 6 weeks ago. It’s a massive undertaking. Why? Because when I’m done it will amount to about 40 new recordings of songs that I have written over the years. That amount of songs could easily be the equivalent of 4 albums. Why so many? Because I want …

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Quite a Summer

           The summer before I turned 14-years-old was quite a summer. I spent the summer doing most of the things that kids did in the summer during those days. I listened to the latest hit records, I hung out with friends, went swimming at the local public pool, listened to my hometown Houston Ast…

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Reflections

             I was surfing on YouTube last night just looking to listen to some old songs that I don’t hear much anymore. I also like to see the artists when they were younger which reminds me of when I was younger. I started out watching a live performance from 1967 by The Bee Gees doing my favorit…

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Monkey Blood

            The year was 1976. I’d love to tell you that it was a wonderful year for me, but I made myself a promise to always be honest and truthful in these blogs. So, it wasn’t a good year. The first few months were OK, but by the time June came around things got bad. Really bad. I apologize for …

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The Fog

            I was newly divorced. It wasn’t what I wanted, but along with the sadness of it all there was also relief. The ordeal of experiencing the marriage fall apart over the last 5 years or so plus the process of getting the divorce had left me spent and ready for a new trail to blaze. My two k…

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Mama's Jonquils

 

            When my mother was about 8-years-old, sometime in either 1937 or 1938, she asked her grandmother, my great-grandmother, if there was some way that she could plant some jonquils like my great-grandmother had at her home. Great-grandma then helped my mother take some cuttings from Gr…

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Better, Not Bitter

            Chances are you are wearing something made out of cotton. I know that I am. In fact, just about everything that I am wearing as I write this is made out of cotton or some kind of cotton blend. Most of us don’t think about what it took to get from a field of planted cotton seeds to the cl…

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Monster Lane

            Sometimes as a parent or grandparent we’re just too tired or busy to properly answer a child’s question. That can come back to bite us. In fact, it usually does. Most of the time it starts out as a simple question that could be easily answered within just a few minutes. But once we commi…

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