Country Living:

Living out here in the forest I encounter a good number of wild critters, for instance yesterday the biggest doe I had ever seen ran through the yard. A deer is one thing and birds are another thing, but squirrels were created by the devil to give me grief. They are arrogant, sassy, and destructive. They must breed 22 times a year and that would put a rabbit to shame. A squirrel is naturally a vegetarian, but like most vegans they will cheat when no one is looking and eat something else like baby birds, wiring insulation, or in my most recent case one tried to eat my truck.

So I declared myself to be in a state of all out war with tree rats. I called it Squirrel War I.  I would sit on my deck with a loaded pellet gun hoping they will come within range. One evening after dinner I picked up my weapon and my half finished beer and took up my position. It occurred to me that I had gone completely Hillbilly with a gun in one hand and a beer in the other. It also occurred to me that I had the gun in my left hand and I couldn’t shoot left-handed. I was in a panic until I realized that I could however easily drink beer left-handed – just another one of those upper echelon decisions that have to be made in times of crisis.

Whenever I would get one I would pitch it out into the road and the cars flatten it in no time to where you can pick it up by the tail and throw it. It will sail better than a Frisbee. I just made a deal with Wang’s Chopstix R Us - a local Cashew Chicken place. I wouldn’t recommend eating there.

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When I Looked Death in the Eye and Saw that It Was Brown:

The names have not been changed to protect anyone because none of us were innocent. (A true story as best I can remember it)

My first summer out of high school I was pretty cocky and full of myself, and so were my friends. We got in the habit of going to East St. Louis on a regular basis. There were a couple of Rhythm & Blues joints there where we could get in for a nominal fee, i.e. there was a $5 cover charge, but if you were smart enough to put 2 of them together you were considered smart enough to be 21. We went whenever we could afford it. You had to bring your own bottle – so we did, but you could get high from the fumes that came off whatever was being passed around almost every table except ours of course.

One Saturday night when we left the Blue Note Club we decided to get something to eat at an all night B-B-Q place down the street. We had been there before during the daytime and never had any trouble. Anyway we were 4 bad assed white boys from up over the hill. We placed our order and were sitting at the counter Tom, Jack, Dave, and myself. The rest of the place was empty except for a couple of workers and their guests in the back and the boss at the cash register. Passing the time just looking around I checked out the workers and friends in the back and saw that they were checking us out as well. I saw one cook running his thumb over his knife, which was about as long as a Samari sword, reading his lips I saw him say, “That white headed mother (something or other) is mine.” I was the only sun bleached fair-haired one in the place. Nudging Tom I drew his attention to the back room. It took him a few seconds to get the drift, but he acted smoothly and with dispatch saying to the cash register man, “Could we get those sandwiches to go?” The man said,” Good idea!”

We got em and we did go, in fact we went so fast we broke the sound barrier getting our bad assed little white boy selves back up and over that hill.

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On the course:

A wonderful thing happened the other day on the golf course. You need to know that there are 2 things I’m not beyond doing. One is using creative math on a scorecard and the other is picking up a lost ball. Well I picked up a lost yellow ball and put it into my bag; I later cleaned it off and found it to be… are you ready for this… a Sponge Bob Golf Ball! I love Sponge Bob and truly believe that he was Chris’s twin brother that the hospital people kept him from us because they knew I would show him favoritism.

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Birth control is a good thing to know about, but I’m sure glad my parents didn’t.

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The Truth is Out:

The ever young and lovely Avon, my wife of  nearly 50 years, is a person with a cross to bear, and it is me. Just last week someone was making a comment about something I had written and she wasn’t aware of it. Then the truth came out that she never reads this blog. Her (sort of) exact words were, “I have to listen to him night and day. I’m not going to spend my time reading him too. I’d just as soon have a root canal.” When I heard those words my heart leaped – that means I can say whatever I like about her without fear of consequences, unless of course one of you blabs.

Don’t try this at home or anywhere:

            Have you ever been a weed trimmer in your yard and hit a pile of dog doo, which of course splatters you?  Your first thought is @*??^?##! That is quickly followed by whose dog did that, which is quickly followed by @*??^?## again – always trust your first instinct.

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A Matter of Health:

One of the most aggravating things about the ageing process is that your skin gets so thin that it cuts and bruises almost without provocation. And it happens so often that you don’t even take the most basic care of it. The other day I was working in the garage when I scraped my arm and of course here came the blood. Not even thinking about bacteria I grabbed the handiest greasy rag to staunch it. After doing so I thought what would Avon say if she knew or what would my nurse neighbor say about that? Giving those questions a little thought I decided that they weren’t going to say anything because they weren’t going to know about it. I would just wait in the garage until the bleeding stopped and then who would be the wiser.

 But the little niggling question about germs was still there, so I looked for a cleaner greasy rag. Finding none I thought about using sawdust – that should be clean. Then there on a shelf was my answer; a paint rag! No germ could stand up to turpentine. When I stopped jumping around and blowing on my arm I decided that I needed a little first aid kit for the garage.

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From the kitchen window:

This time of year the hummingbirds are trying to fatten up for the trip to Central America. They have to fly across 500 miles of open water non-stop, which is good because there is no place to stop. Anyway they get really aggressive and possessive at the sugar water feeders. There is usually one who guards it and fights the rest. Sometimes it is almost like a dance without music and sometimes they will buzz each other with intent to do real harm. Four females have run the little male who used to feed there off several weeks ago. So when I see them starting their maneuvers I yell, “GIRL FIGHT!” and run to the kitchen window. They are really awesome, now if I could only get them to do that in some mud or tapioca pudding I could sell tickets.

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Doing it Right:

This morning when I first stepped outside, I heard a young and amorous little flycatcher in a tree just calling his heart out. He was calling his true love, which of course was a young lady flycatcher. But she in turn was giving him the cold shoulder. Phoebe... Phoebe...Phoebe, he would call, and alas his pleas were ignored.
I've had this conversation with flycatchers before, and for some reason this young fellow's father never passed the word down to him. I guess that's why they don't have a Flycatcher Father's Day. So I walked out in the wet grass and stood beneath the branch where that youngster was pleading his case and I told him.
"Boy, you ain't gettin' nowhere with all that mournful whining. To do this thing right you've got to take her to dinner, bring her flowers, take in a movie, go dancing, bring her a nice fat June Bug, but don't sit in a tree moaning your life away. Otherwise you're gonna wind up a lonely old bachelor with nothing to show for your existence but a whole bunch of frustrations."
He took wing and beat it out of there. I didn't know if he was going out to find a June Bug or a new tree. But I saw my neighbor's wife looking out the window at some fool standing in the wet grass at 5:30 am yelling at a tree.... I went inside.

Unfortunately, many of these stories are true, but on the bright side... my neighbors don't seem to get too close.

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And yet another true story:

          While attending Southeast Mo. State College, I drove a taxi on weekends. My shift was from 6 pm until 6 am on Friday and Saturday nights. As you can well imagine things could get a little goofy during those hours. I had every kind of customer and hauled every kind of product from booze to hookers with a fair share of just plain drunks in the mix. One night I picked up a huge black lady at the police station, who squeezed into the front seat with me. She was being turned lose, but she was still well tuned. A few blocks away she asked me for a cigarette, and I offered her one. It was not her brand! She pulled out a big old knife, scraped it across the dash, and said, “If you don’t give me a Winston, I’m gonna cut yo ^%*(#&**!ing *#(** off. I pulled into a gas station to get her some Winston’s and told the attendant to call the cops. They showed up almost immediately – a short black cop slapped her around pretty well while the white cop took my statement (this was a southern town in the 60s).

          My boss was mad enough to eat nails. He told me that he had to call in another driver to cover for me. He gave me a 32 pistol and told me to shoot the next one, but never ever under any circumstance call the cops. I often wondered, if I had to shoot someone wouldn’t I still have to call the cops?

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The Improbable John Denver:

          From the first time I heard “Country Road-West Virginia” I was hooked on John Denver. What was John Denver? He was a folk, country singer/song writer who excelled in crossover. Think about it. When he came along folk was dead and the new country hadn’t been born yet. He literally wrote and preformed in a genre that didn’t exist. Although his timing was lousy, his talent and musical style won him everything but the love of his wife. His fans numbered in the hundreds of millions worldwide, but he was always a square peg in a round hole.

          As a teen, he stole the family’s “other car” and took it from Texas to California only to find his father waiting there for him. His father, an Air Force test pilot and holder of speed records still unbroken, was tipped off by a friend as to John’s plan. They returned home to Texas and John was forced to finish school, along the way he learned to play the guitar, and the rest is history.

          I first heard “Country Road” on a TV variety show. He performed with his co-writers, a husband and wife team. She was at the time about 7 or 8 months pregnant, something unheard of on TV at that time. I’d never seen a pregnant woman on TV before. Now each time I hear the song, I get an image of them singing it, and I wonder if she is still pregnant.

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Intergalactic Communication:

          My correspondent from the planet Outta, informed me that his geography club had been doing some long range studies of China and they are particularly interested in Pandas. As you know, Pandas eat primarily bamboo. The group wants to know, if the bamboo were to ferment on the stalk, would it then become bambooze? Another question was: if a young female Panda became promiscuous after eating bambooze, would she be called a bimboo or would she be a bambo? Mercifully, intergalactic static ended the transmission.

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Safe transportation:

          People buy cars like the Volvos for their reputations for being extremely safe automobiles. The other day I was being followed by a woman in a new Volvo, who was so close to my rear bumper I thought at first she was hitting on me. She was so close that I couldn’t even see her headlights. Looking in my mirror, I could tell that she wasn’t my type and was hopeful that she was more inclined to be hitting me than hitting on me. The other thing I noticed was she was not wearing a seatbelt. I guess when you drive a Volvo you don’t have to worry about safety. 

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How do you name an island?

          The consensus seems to be that you call it the first thing that comes to your mind when you first see it. Such were the cases of the North Atlantic neighbors Greenland and Iceland. A thousand years ago when the Vikings first landed on Iceland it was to them a cold and desolate rock with more ice than they were used to. When Eric the Red was deemed and outlaw for being naughty and had to flee Iceland, he sailed west and found a larger island that seemed almost tropical compared to Iceland. He called it Green Land. A thousand years later Greenland is covered with a 2-mile thick ice pack and Iceland, while not like the Bahamas, is relatively temperate. It seems that it would’ve been smarter and less confusing to have just called them Smith and Jones.

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Cargo pants:

          During the past decade, cargo pants, or pants with extra pockets sewn on below the traditional ones, have become quite popular with many people. I don’t have any cargo trousers, but I have several pair of cargo shorts. And yes, those pockets come in handy for hauling around cargo such as nails, screws, and golf balls. Avon says I generally have those pockets stuffed with nonsense and BS. She could be right, but most of my nonsense and BS is stuffed in my head.

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Some birds just aren’t smart:

          Actually, some birds are just plain stupid. A few months ago, I extolled the mental prowess of the crow – a very intelligent bird. On the other hand, the robin is as far to the negative as the crow is to the positive. We’ve all seen robins hopping across concrete or asphalt pavement listening for worms, as if eating worms wasn’t enough to show how stupid they are. Today, I saw one hopping and stopping to listen on my roof. Now this is a bird I’m talking about – they fly and should know the difference between the ground and something 20 feet above it. He finally got discouraged and sat on the gutter to try to figure out what he was doing wrong. He was still there when I went in. He’ll probably fly into my window and break his stupid neck tomorrow.

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A lot of rain:

          We get a good deal of rain here every spring, but this year there has been an exception. The exception is that this year we have had rain on steroids – buckets and buckets. I try not to worry about the weather, and really try not to complain because I don’t want to get into trouble with the Rain Maker. But the other day I saw the fella down the road with what could be the latest trend in bass boats or an Ozarkian version of a yacht, but that thing looked suspiciously like an Ark. I have commenced to worry.

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Some people just don’t see everything:

          I often think that I’m invisible, especially when I’m in a store trying to get a clerk to wait on me. I think being invisible would be a hoot. Imagine, driving down the road and watching the people gawk at your driverless vehicle, or butting into a conversation and having folks go nuts looking for who said that – and God only knows the things I might say. Oh, I could defiantly have some fun with that. But since invisibility is not likely to come my way, I guess I’ll just get a hand held air horn to take with me when I go to Home Depot.

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The eyes have it:

          I am often asked, “How can you tell a predatory animal?” What – people don’t ask you those kinds of questions? That’s because you’re not me. I get some dandies.  Anyway, the easiest way to tell a predator is by the placement of the eyes. In mammals and most birds a predator’s eyes are looking forward in the front of the skull, while prey have eyes on the sides of their heads, so they can see in several directions at once. Handy for watching out for predators. Some birds however are meat eaters and hunters but still have eyes to the sides. From a worm’s point of view, a Robin would be a predator, while a hawk would consider the Robin prey. Actually it all get rather complicated, but I just pray that I don’t ever have to prey on a worm.

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Fall Out:

          I love to turn on my iPod and listen to my tunes. The problem is those little earbuds would keep falling out of my ears, and I would have to shove them back in. Headphones are fine if you’re going to just sit and listen, but if you’re mobile, they’re just too cumbersome. I tried several different brands with the same results. Finally, out of desperation, I put a little dab of Super Glue on them and bingo – I have music 24/7 non-stop. However, there are – excuse me…. “What’s that, dear? You’ll have to speak up I‘m listening to my toooons.” Like I was saying, there are a few drawbacks.

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 During my tenure as Dad:

          As a Dad I did all of the usual dad things, such as change diapers, wipe noses, clean up spills, and trip over toys. But I also did something that a lot of dads would like to do but for one reason or another don’t – I coached. I coached baseball, basketball, and soccer for about 7\  or 8 years. Having never played any of those sports except one season of 6^th grade soccer, I figured I was a natural for the job. Those kids were amazing. They learned something new every day, and forgot something they had learned almost as soon as they learned it. I recall when one boy, who had gone hitless for the whole season finally got his ball into the outfield. He was so excited that he took off running down the third base line and wound up at second with a reverse double. The ump scratched his head over that one but let it go. I always told my players, “Winning isn’t everything, but losing really sucks.” They were winners.

I’m so upset:

          I just found out that beer is not a major food group.

 Ed and Edna should be back from their Tech Difficulty induced layoff by tomorrow. The difficulty wasn't cause so much by technology as it was caused by the technician... aka me.

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Another Native American Legend:

          This story was told to me by that same old Indian, sitting on a bench, in downtown Wyoming. It seems that three young braves were sent out to scout the buffalo herds in preparation for a big hunt. They were Red Duck, Falling Rock, and Bending Willow. All were the finest of the fine, and could track a snake across a rock. Two days later Red Duck and Bending Willow returned with news of a large herd to the south. The hunters went out and had great success. They brought in enough meat and hides to last the tribe through the coming winter, but Falling Rock still hadn’t showed up. Falling Rock was a tribal favorite, and everyone was worried, so the chief sent out search parties. The men searched for days, weeks, and months, but could find no trace of Falling Rock. Every time someone went out for any reason they would look for him. They never found Falling Rock, but the tribe never gave up. In fact, after more than 150 years, they are still looking for him. Throughout the western mountains, you can still see signs along the roadways that read, ” Watch for Falling Rock.”

Ed and Edna are still lost in a circuit board somewhere.

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It’s a sport?

            Now that ESPN and Fox Sports have decreed that poker was a sport – does that mean the players are athletes? If that’s the case I can’t wait for the next big sports trend, Marathon Bingo. Just imagine the drama and anticipation as grannies from around the world fidget through long waits and holds. The chance that any minute we might witness an exploding bladder, or the ultimate experience of hearing an 85 year old woman use a 4 letter word on national TV.

Clothes make the man?

            British golfer Ion Poulter is often joked about – not for his game but for his wardrobe. He wears a lot of pink and other pastel colors. I don’t recall anyone openly questioning his masculinity, but they leave the question hanging out there. As I recall a time back in the mid 60s, pink was a pretty popular color with the big men on campus, and it was also well represented by Detroit. John Daily, during his last run at a career, was showing up on golf courses with some outrageous color combinations. No one questions his manhood – just his thought processes. Springfield’s own late Payne Stewart of the knickers, long socks, and tam fame was just accepted as a great golfer and a terrific showman. The way I look at it if I could play the game like Poulter does I’d not only be dressed in pink, but I’d hang a little lace on it for good measure.

I've got the new computer, so I'm back in business... sort of. My photo editing program didn't transfer to the new machine, and I'd rather eat ground glass than fight with PhotoShop. So it might take a little time to get Ed and Edna back on line.

Thanks for your patience. 

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