Those aren't ants in my pants

Those aren’t ants in my pants

It’s a little more than 17 miles of county roads–open fields, farm land, red barns, private air strips, luxury homes, views of the Blue Ridge…

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Iceman cometh

Iceman cometh

My dad taught me many things: how to play in the key of G, how to shave, how to eat four pounds of crab legs…

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Insurance fraud hail storm

Insurance fraud hail storm

On any given summer day in this fair suburban neighborhood, one could look out over the expanses of manicured fescue and Bermuda and find day…

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The St. John ache

The St. John ache

We sat at the corner of a beachside bar in St. John. We were spent from a day of hiking, swimming in Solomon Bay, and…

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First Fish

To catch a fish

I was beginning to wish we’d never seen the fish. I wished that the sun had set, dirty faces has been washed, and I was…

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Belief

Belief

Moments ago, my wife and I were having a discussion about cleaning products. Since we’ve had kids, my wife’s idea of a household cleaner is…

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I got yer infrastructure right here

I got yer infrastructure right here

Our flashlights have batteries. Our lantern has propane. My wife is presently picking up a few more essential items: nonperishables, water, and firewood. Somehow I…

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Slower down the mountain

Slower down the mountain

Several years ago, I was somewhere in Colorado (more than likely Copper or Breckenridge) and standing at the bottom of a run with several friends….

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Why I'm angry at Mark Sanford

Why I’m angry at Mark Sanford

Like the stages of grief associated with the death of a loved one, I’ve gone through several levels of discombobulation with South Carolina Governor Mark…

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The gates of Tornado Alley

The gates of Tornado Alley

My grandparents are country folk, so it was no surprise when they moved from their little home in Springfield, Missouri to an old country community…

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