My niece in OKC frequently takes her chillens and their cousins to Lincoln Park Zoo. Even though they were raised on Harry Potter and Disney World, they love going to the zoo. I think that’s great, but, really, there is no way a zoo trip can be as awesome to them as it was to […]
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I’ve lived in Singapore, and I don’t think monsoon rains come down as hard, or as sideways, as what poured down on me as a kid growing up on Nebraska Street. When the skies opened up in Oklahoma, man, that was something to behold. I remember water gushing out of the downspout so hard that it […]
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My life passed before my eyes last week. I look around and all of a sudden realized that my normally laid-back New Zealand mall was jammed with people. Specifically, jammed with Moms, and Dads, and Grandmas, and LOTS of wide-eyed kids. Plus at least 10,000 strollers. As a highly trained observer, I quickly scanned the scene […]
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The bike I got for Christmas when I was about 10 was a rocket. I could pedal that sucker so fast that my feet were a blur. It gave me enormous pleasure to outrun a high school kid’s Volkswagen, because I loved speed, and because it drove him crazy. But it wasn’t […]
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I still think Dez caught that ball in Green Bay. And it was a great catch. But, to be honest, we made better catches on Nebraska Street when I was growing up in Norman. Dez only had to deal with one short defensive back. We had to deal with cars and trucks, concrete and […]
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How can you choose which of your children are your favorites, because you love them all? Blogs are like that. But here are my Top 10 Hogs Blogs for 2014, in no particular order, except the first one, which probably was my favorite. 1. My Grampa’s Hat Gramps looked especially cool when he was […]
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The Baby Jesus won’t make his appearance for another four days in New Zealand. Meanwhile, we have done all the decking of halls that can be done. Unless we get way more halls. This “paparazzi blog” features Christmas stuff around the house, not actual peoples, who will come later. Boy, will they come. Let […]
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