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A little too much happy hour for me

David, Al’s brother, called. “Where’s Al?” “Al and Angel went to happy hour.” “Happy hour?” “You know how it is? They think they need a grape slushie every day, so…

A letter from a lady who cares

Columnist First of all, the clock on the court house wall is working. Wahoo! I received an e-mail from a lady who cares. She told me I should go check…

A day in history — our boys came home

Columnist Our ears were tuned in and we were glued to the radio station. We could hear the fans getting louder and louder. “Let’s go Pirates!” “Oh.” “Ahhh. “No, no,…

Sunday afternoon at the matinee

Columnist It was Sunday afternoon and Lincoln was playing at the Liberty. As we do every Sunday evening, we got together for family night. My children came flying in about…

Mama Bear comes out of hibernation

I came home from the state wrestling tournament in a blizzard over Wolf Creek Pass, with the windows rolled down. The three teenage boys in the far back seat were…

Through sickness and health, for richer and poorer, until …

Columnist The first of April marks our 53rd anniversary of wedded bliss. April Fools Day, 1960, seemed like a good day to get married. We were young, foolish and in…

We are living it, in the newspaper

My sweet Al said, “Sit down and watch Duck Dynasty with me.” I asked, “Why? I’m living Duck Dynasty in my own home.” Our family came home for the holidays.…

Remind me to laugh when I can’t!

Columnist This column has been rumbling deep in my spirit for a long time. When I came around the bend at the Court House and looked up at the broken…

If you play the game, carry your own gear

When my grandsons were 5 and 6, they were taken to the ice rink at 5 a.m. every Sunday morning to play hockey; ice time was reserved for them at…

I’m a little dog-matic, but…

Columnist A few friends and I went out to lunch. One of the ladies asked about my writing career with a pet magazine. I told her it was short-lived. I…