A kid can learn a lot about life from reading comic books. To this day, I avoid gamma rays and radioactive spiders. I know full well that the first would transform me into an angry, green guy, and ruin all my shirts. I would literally climb walls if bitten by the latter. These are good ...
The great philosopher Terri Guillemets once said, “The swing on your porch is a better liver of life than the chair in front of your desk.” I’ve started my seventh decade and I get that. I craved the dizzying whir of the merry-go-round in my younger days. The faster the better. The ...
“Ma, we’re leaving for Sunday school,” cousin Ollie yelled as the two of us 9-year-old boys bolted out the back door of the farmhouse. “I have a bad feeling about this grand plan of yours,” I puffed as we ran to the barn where we left the bicycles. “I ride to church all the time. ...
It was a lovely day and I was spending it productively, reading the big volume of Donald Duck comics I’d checked out of the library when — while turning a page on a very important storyline involving Uncle Scrooge — my eye caught sight of the calendar. “Wait, what day is it? Oh, no ...
Never walk barefoot through a cow pasture. That’s one of life’s lessons that I learned growing up on a farm — but not for the reason you might think. One bright summer day as a kid, I gingerly combed my toes through the grass at my cousin Dale’s farm. Why I was barefoot, I can’t ...
When I grew up, I wanted to be rich. Really rich. So rich that my house would have TWO TVs. Both color, of course (rich kids didn’t have to suffer with black-and-white sets), and both with those massive cabinets and 25-inch screens. That’s how rich I wanted to be. It was my goal. I ...
