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Evil Meets Jerry, Karl, and Jimmy

            It was the first week of summer vacation 1971. I was 15-years-old and I was looking forward to a great summer. My oldest sister invited me to come and stay with her and her husband in Huntsville, Texas that week. I knew that starting the second week of June I would be taking driver’s edu…

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A Different World

            It was in the spring of 1946. My Dad was footloose and had three weeks to kill before his new job began. He was only 23-years-old, yet he had already seen service in the U.S. Marines during WW2, and it was a time when boys were men by that age. A friend of his was going out to live with …

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Artifacts and Ownership

            One thing that most people don’t ever really grasp is the fact that while we may “own” something, the reality is our ownership is temporary. Some things are temporary by nature and only exist for a short period of time. I wore a very wide leather watchband that was much in style at the t…

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The Last Ride of the Thomas, Pounders, and Stout Gang

            It was early 1966 and as John T. Booker said in “The Shootist” it was a period of false spring. Warmer than usual temperatures had given the leaves a jumpstart and most of the trees were already budding out. It also meant that baseball could be played. So, one Saturday afternoon my mothe…

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The Time The Flash and I Rode Out the Storm Together

            Recently I went to a “fair on the square” in a small town in East Texas. There were many booths with vendors selling their many wares. Arts and crafts of all kinds, homemade jewelry, photography and frames, tools all of all kinds, cookware, knick-knacks, antiques of all sizes, and then t…

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White Dog Road

            In the mid-80’s I started writing a book. I got as far as a first draft, but you have to understand a couple of things to know why the book never got completed. First, it was during a time when I was going through a significant rough financial stretch. So, I had to work up to 12-hour day…

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Annie's Song and Imagery

            In the fall of 1974 John Denver released what some people believe to be his best song. To tell the truth, up until the album that it was on came out, I could take or leave John Denver’s music. I liked some of it and some of it wasn’t that interesting to me. But with the release of his al…

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Time Capsule

Date: August 19, 2025

What follows is a letter written by James Russell in 1925 that was placed in a time-capsule to be opened and read 100 years later.

Dear People of 2025,

            It was in February of 1854 that I went to live with my aunt and uncle in Austin, Texas. My ma and pa died in a …

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Sweet Pea and Billie and Me

            The summer that I was 10 years old was a great summer. Well, great for me personally, but perhaps not so great for others. Young American servicemen in jungles on the other side of the world probably weren’t having a good summer. For that matter, 30 or so young college students at the Un…

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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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