Ride this I’m not one to hop on or start a bandwagon. However, The Unrepentant Texan came up with a clever idea a few days ago. Frankly, I thought I’d like to try one...
Weekend at Sobriety’s They are few and far between and sometimes welcome when they come. However, as this one ends, I’m reminded of one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite authors....
Hey, honey…wanna exercise our Constitutional rights? WARNING: This entry is not for all audiences. Easily offendeder readers, please refer to your parents for a birds and bees discussion. So, I never really worried about...
The Medicine Man Circle in closely. Warm yourself by the fire. Chant if you like. The peace pipe will be around shortly. In an effort to maintain a sense of physical invincability, I again...
Easier to read, harder to understand Why I felt the need to work in a 10-point font for nearly two years, I don’t know. However, I’m feeling closer and closer to admitting that maybe...
The Enemies List Step with me if you will onto the slippery slope. I don’t tread here often. I prefer a good red herring falacy to a slippery slope. However, there are times when...
Notes from a tired mind An interesting note from a few leagues under the sea…Researchers are saying that the sea horse’s instinct to be monogomous is hurting its chances at survival. When taken away...
Chasing adrenaline It is the absence of brake lights that hits a cop’s main line. It means a lawman’s job will–in an instant–morph from writing tickets and breaking up redneck brawls into one of...
Grandpa’s weekend at Bernie’s A few months ago I won a pretty big award. I was touched by the number of cards and phone calls I got in congratulations. However, as I opened each...
Shooting from the hip with a sawed off shotgun When you have no defined target, a sawed off is good to spray-shoot the products of a scattered brain. Sexy decoys and the human response—...
A ball, a trash can, a purpose When the first sound of bump-bump-bumpbumpbumpbump hit the roof of my house, I thought less of impending rain and more of a game called Peak. Outside my...
On the homefront “You killed my father. Prepare to die.” I can still hear Randy Young slipping the words of a fictional Spaniard through his Southwest Missouri accent. He and I on stage in...
Tussin, tonin, whatever I need some tussin, because my tonin (sera or otherwise) seems to have found its way out of my head. Again, my ability to write effectivley is hindered. I’ve only figured...
Bradoween… There are stories upon stories to be told. We’ll get them told eventually. In the meantime, I just want everyone to know I have the best friends/family in the world. Until the house...
