2018: A Retrospective
2018: A Retrospective Well, another year is drawing to a close, and both A Different Drummer and I are another year older. A lot has happened in those 365 days. But what does…
December 2018
Big Bird
Big Bird I was headed home one day last winter. It was bitter cold so the puddles in all the fields next to the road were frozen solid. The geese that pass through the…
The Tree
The Tree I’ve had a lot of Christmas trees in my long (and getting longer) life. Several of them stand out, like the one from my childhood and the first tree Annie and…
The Night Before Christmas Revisited
The Night Before Christmas Revisited About 35 years ago Annie and I, along with our first few sons, were living on a farm south of Centralia, Missouri, and raising some animals. All the…
Fear Itself
Fear Itself He was from a family of brothers and, like my own sons, they were rambunctious and boisterous. Also like my boys, they got a reputation as a group. It helped that…
Have a cupa…
Have a cupa… There are few things I like better than sitting on the front porch swing with Annie. We’ll talk about the grandkids and the kids and the dogs as we each…
Tess’s Giraffe
Tess’s Giraffe As is often the case, when I was leaving my house the other night I pulled around back so that my headlights could sweep the field to the south. The reason…
Busy as a…
Busy as a… The signs were there, if you just looked and you knew how to read them. When Annie, the boys, and I lived outside Centralia, Missouri we used to spend some…
Shooting Signs
Shooting Signs Annie and I were driving down to visit our granddaughter, Harper. Oh, and her parents, Andy and Madison too. Anyway, as we were crossing the bridge into Arkansas I looked at…