BACK IN THE SADDLE
What’s a good pogo stick anyway?
With yet another birthday on my horizon, it seems as if this might be a good time to admit some of my failings.
The history hasn’t been forgotten
There are still histories that need to be written. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, those who can tell the tale first-hand die off or move away or disappear. And whole chunks of human existence go down some memory hole.
Thank you on behalf of 7-year-old
Have I ever properly thanked Weldon Hamma? I don’t think so, but now that I’m north of 60 things have gotten a little fuzzy. I figure it’s better to thank him twice than not at all.
It was a difficult week for pottery
It’s been a tough time for crockery at our house. The trouble started a couple of Thursdays ago. That’s the night Connie has her latest classes at Ball State University, so the dog and I were on our own.
Fan of house shows was content
Clive and Roger would not approve. Those of us who wander through the upper reaches of the cable channels while surfing with the remote control know, of course, who Clive and Roger are.
Art is about inspiration, insight
What is art? OK, OK, that’s a way-too-heavy question to launch a column in a small town Indiana newspaper. But I’ve got to admit it has been on my mind for the past couple of months.
Relative’s passing led to knowledge
Thanks to a cousin I haven't talked to in years, I now know my great-grandfather's name. Genealogy has never been a high priority at our house.
Problems there are cause for worry
It’s been a rough several weeks. Not here. There. Here, things have been just short of spectacular. But things are often different on the other side of the world, as the news from Iraq reminds us daily.
Dictionaries failed to bring fluency
If you could learn a language by buying dictionaries, I’d be fluent by now. Fact is, I’m as much a linguistic basketcase as the rest of America. That truth was driven home to me over the weekend.
It was time to correct a mistake
I dug the hole in the wrong place. As Mother Nature has reminded me. More than 20 years ago, we moved into our house in Portland.
Reading negotiations came to halt
Some serious negotiations are under way at our house, and Harry Potter is involved. No, not the wizard himself. The books. It started long before the latest in J.K. Rowling’s string of best-sellers hit the bookshelves — or, in the case of LoBill’s in Portland, the produce shelves.
Column sparked reader response
You never know what’s going to prompt a response from readers.
The right grill finally came along
I’ve finally found the grill of my dreams. That’s not a typo. I found the girl of my dreams back in 1968 and married her in 1971. The grill of my dreams was a gift on Father’s Day.
Old road has disappeared to history
The rows of corn kept marching in neat lines, east to west, north to south. There wasn’t any hint of northwest or southeast to be seen. Any trace of what I was looking for had long ago been erased by passing time.
Everyone needs a friend like Andy
These days, when a storm front is approaching, I can feel it in my knuckles. The combination of age and a lifetime of work at typewriters and computers has given me some variation of carpal tunnel or arthritis. Most of the time, it’s just a nuisance. But the knuckles really …
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