“Let us know if there’s anything we can do.” It’s a beautiful, caring offer I heard umpteen times a day after my sweet Terry passed away last Sunday morning. I have no clue. I always asked Terry the hard questions. The day she died, Terry was scheduled to leave for a weeklong ...
A buddy from high school just fixed the plumbing in his house. “I watched a bunch of YouTube videos. Then I did it,” he said. My brother-in-law makes his living as a handyman: “If I run into a problem I haven’t seen before, I tell them I have to go to my truck for my tools. That’s ...
We busied ourselves building a fort in the hayloft of the old barn. While Dale, Scott and Bill excavated a tunnel to another secret chamber, I nudged a block into place on one of the turrets. Hay bales are king-sized Legos for farm kids. “Throw me another block,” I hollered. Cousin ...
Aging changes one’s perspectives — including one’s perspective on when, exactly, old age begins. I’ll let you know when I find out. It’s not yet. Sure, there’s a glitch in my hip, a creak in my knees and a blinding lightening of my hair. Yes, we are required to file for a permit from the fire department before lighting the candles on my birthday cake. But old age isn’t yet. That’s not what I used to think. I was outraged in August 1977 when a disc jockey lamented on air that Elvis died so young. “What does he mean ‘young’? The man was FORTY-TWO years old,” ...
I was supposed to be mowing the lawn or paying bills or fixing the dryer or something boring like that. Instead, I flopped into my easy chair and scrolled through my phone to research the latest memes. For my job, of course. One of the memes I saw went something like this: “I’m fairly ...
My boxer shorts went on public display. “They did not,” my wife retorted. “It’s called a clothesline.” Oh, yeah, what I meant to say is that Terry uses advanced solar and wind technology to dry our laundry. Terry is a big proponent of finding environmentally conscious solutions to ...
