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Flies and biscuits

Three or four flies have gotten into my house. They don’t really bother me unless they are buzzing around my head when I am trying to go to sleep at night then, yea, I am not a fly fan. We … Continue reading

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Don’t skip to the end

My wife and I communicate very differently. For example I will say I talked to daughter # 1 about X and my wife will say Did you ask her about Y and Z? No, I will reply I only called to ask … Continue reading

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A cow tail

My Grandfather raised beef cattle on his 250 acre farm, land that his family has owned for 172 years, while also working as a machinist at a lock manufacturer for 40 years. My earliest memories of this farm are of … Continue reading

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And the children sang

As empty nesters my wife is hell-bent on getting the house decorated “perfectly” for the arrival of our children and their significant others over the holidays. My jobs include getting the trees, yes trees, in their stands and in the … Continue reading

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Old sticks

When my wife and I travel around we like to go to antique stores. I love old things, tools, pottery, plates, stuff. I like to hold old items and feel their past. I think about the people who made it, … Continue reading

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Family traditions

My father has three brothers and these four siblings had ten kids. My grandmother remarried before I was born to a man I called my grandfather. He had two daughters who had three kids. This was a big blended family. … Continue reading

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Characters we meet along the way

When my girls were young and not so health conscious, which means they still enjoyed hot dogs, french fries and drank milk shakes, we ate lunch at a local fast food restaurant almost every Saturday. In my community most, if … Continue reading

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