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An Attitude of Gratitude at Christmas

We are sitting here wearing our NHS 30th Anniversary t-shirt and our once-were-nice-until-we-got-yard-chemicals-on-them camo shorts, while drinking a $9 bottle of Heineken. This means that: we have totally down-tooled for Christmas; we are as per always waiting for the Missus at the mall; and we’re getting gouged by this flashy new restaurant. We have two […]

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Get Mad at that Damn Deck!

I just realized that I paint the front deck like Russell Westbrook goes to the rim. Russ hates that damn rim. And I hate that damn deck. Russ and I have the very same DNA of RAGE. And when we tap into it, Missy, you best get out of the way.

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Duck Med

Pretty much for the last month, I’d say 99% of my discussions with the Missus have been duck related. Most of the conversations begin with her walking into the living room and saying, “They are just so INTERESTING”. At which point I might as well turn off the TV or close my book because, for up to […]

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Mother Nature Always Wins, And Here’s the Itch

This blog has mentioned before that men are creatures of action. Sure, we spend 99% of the time in our recliners. But that other 1%? When we are in the yard and armed with cutting devices? We are  creatures of action. And once we get a head of steam? There is no stopping us. We will cut and […]

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There was only one Bull in the Ring — My Buddy Dallas

I went to Cleveland Elementary School, and we won Norman’s unofficial  city championship in 1967 when I was in sixth grade. We had some great players, including a kid named Dallas.  Appropriately enough, he wore a beat up old Dallas Cowboy’s helmet. It looked like somebody had beaten it with different colored baseball bats and then […]

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Mr. Uhles’ Store

( I honestly don’t know how Mr. Uhles put up with us. He ran the neighborhood store that was exactly 79 steps from my best friend Steve Madden’s house on Nebraska Street. We went there so often we wore a trail along Berry Road. We loved his store, but we hated his asphalt parking lot. […]

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The Missus and Her Ducks

The  Missus was going to name her boy ducks Donald and Daffy, until I explained that high-priced Disney lawyers would cover her with so many writs she’d never be able to feed her ducks again. Hence she named them Dicky and Dashing Duck. Dicky’s wife’s is Dancy. This is because the Blog’s Missus likes alliteration, […]

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