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Burro in for a good hike
It is not every day that I decide to go for a hike carrying a 40-pound pack and bring my too kind and loving wife along with her very own 35-pound pack. Most people thought that carrying a pack sho...
A stab at skiing in Colorado
I am not sure what made me do it. I can usually count on my too kind and loving wife to have some common sense when it comes to my youthful uncontrolled exuberance to do something stupid.
Me and Tolstoy write books
Well it is finally done. I say done, but I mean finished. My too kind loving wife always points that out when the bread is baked, it is then done; but a task or work is finished.
Charlie and me
My too kind and loving wife and I are driving along and I am singing to my Hits of the ‘70s when all of sudden a Subaru with a CoExist sticker cuts me off.
What is right with a small town
Well the Pioneer Day celebration in Monticello is over and I guess we can all take a collective sigh of relief as we quit trying to hold our stomachs in, stand up straight, and look ten years young...
Am I happy?
Someone asked me the other day if I was happy. My first reaction was to say “of course I am happy”; as it seems that there is a good deal of pressure in America to be happy.
My too kind and loving wife doesn’t think I am very observant; I hadn’t noticed. But she makes this absurd claim because I can look in the fridge for ten minutes and not find what I am looking for ...
Good listening skills
I have to hand it to my good friend Bubba. He attempts to pacify his lovely wife’s endless desire to talk about meaningless, unrelated, unimportant subjects for endless hours on end.