I don’t want to scold my dad, Vern. After all, he’s in heaven, fishing and soaking up the good life. However, I got a message last night from Saint Joseph, saying Vern’s staying clear of my mom, Irene, and she’s hanging out in the lonely corner of heaven. I know …
I’m stuck in a middle seat toward the rear of the plane, close to the bathroom that has been very popular recently. In fact, there is a line of seven passengers slowly marching forward, a few in obvious panic mode. As one departs the luxurious confines, an odor wafts out, …
I still have Washoe Valley mice multiplying in my glove compartment. In my first trap attempts, I used peanut butter or sharp cheddar cheese. However, they cleverly learned to delicately remove my bait without triggering the device. My higher education came into play. I …
Sherry and I have been blessed to have a pack (three or four dogs) join our family for nearly 40 years. We’ve learned a whole bunch along the way. For those of you who may be considering bringing your own pack of dogs into your lives, here are a few of our lessons learned: …
Two decades ago, I had a “kind-of friend” named Pat. He had a habit of pointing out my shortcomings. This is the closest I can recall the last time Pat brought his A (acerbic) game to our conversation. Pat: “You are the least macho guy I know.” Me: “How …
Someone stole my wallet, with all my valuable stuff in it. I’m using all my sleuthing abilities to figure it out. The thief must have entered our house late at night through an open window. He or she went right for my wallet, not touching any other valuables that …
It was Saturday. Things in my mind were messy. One of my dogs (I don’t know which one) pooped in the garage. I wanted to scold all four of them. It doesn’t work. When I sound tough, they just wag their tails. But the dogs weren’t really it at all. I had been “cleverly” …
Clyde is driving me nuts. He’s a fat black spider hanging out in my favorite recliner chair. And he’s smart and devious. Snakes and mice and bats and bees hang out on our property. I’m okay with them. We have developed an informal truce over the years. They mind their …
Jack Newsom, our alpha dog, always acts like he has important places to go. He prances right by me, ears up and forward, eyes focused, as he heads confidently across the creek and up the hill. He seems to say, “Don’t bother me now, Don. I have important work to …
At times, I think of myself as an old book. My cover is a bit tattered. Each chapter is a decade. Totally non-fiction, with photos to prove it. People are thinking about sticking it on the top shelf, forgotten and out of reach (particularly for the young folks). Hey, wait. …
