November 20, 2014
Steve will have Thanksgiving dinner over at Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s this year, and any number of his friends are grateful for that. Steve is one heckuva cowboy and trainer of young colts, and a good friend to all, but he’d never make it as a dinner host.
November 13, 2014
Windy looked out the window. A great day for helping. Windy Wilson sets one day aside each week for helping others, you see, and this was helping day.
November 6, 2014
As parents, we are blessed with the opportunities and obligations of raising our children. At the same time, we are all profoundly aware of the importance of teaching our children how to make good choices and healthy decisions that will help them become capable, honorable, happy and contributing people. I believe we are all doing our best, yet, is that enough?
November 6, 2014
Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharaoh of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. With the help of the woman of his dreams, Emily, he has turned a shovel-ready business into a going concern.
October 23, 2014
It was a bright morning, and we had finished off the coffee and conversation at the Mule Barn truck stop, and we couldn’t think of anything much to do because we were still full from breakfast and it was too early for lunch, and the political problems and Hollywood gossip tanks had been thoroughly topped off.
October 16, 2014
Hello, my name is Deanna and I own a deep fryer. There, I said it.
October 16, 2014
It was a contemplative kind of morning, each member of the vaunted World Dilemma Think Tank seemed to be content to think silently for a change, just sipping on the coffee refills and waiting for Loretta to bring more.
Steve, the professional cowboy of the bunch, was reading the house copy of the Valley Weekly Miracle. Somebody else had already done the crossword, the sports page was old news, and if he wanted to keep up on church news, he’d probably attend every now and then. So Steve was belly deep in the personal ads in the classifieds.
October 9, 2014
The Club didn’t last long.
It wasn’t the dues, which were nothing. It wasn’t being worried about being elected recording secretary or something if you missed a meeting. There were no officers, no directors and no meetings.
It was born of an idea that occurred to Doc one day. He said the members of the Mule Barn truck stop’s philosophy counter and world dilemma think tank should organize.
After his third cup, Doc turned to the others and said that sitting there having coffee day after day without any real purpose just didn’t seem right.
Doc said, “There are so many things a real organization can do.”
“What would those things be, Doc?” Steve asked.
“Giving shoes to orphans,” Doc said. “Or curing hunger in Third World countries. Or we could watch TV and file complaints.”
Then Dud piped up. “Would we have to wear funny hats and have a secret handshake and a password?”
“Absolutely,” Doc said. “Otherwise, how would you know who was one of your brother club members and who wasn’t?”
Mavis said, “What’s your secret password? Regular or decaf?”
“I don’t think we should let women join,” Bert said.
Nobody nodded until after Mavis had topped off the cups, and had gone into the bowels of the kitchen.
“OK,” Steve said. “Let’s get this straight. No meetings. No name for The Club, right? No officers. No dues to pay. All we have to do is give our shoes to some orphans, right?”
“And feed kids in Third World countries.”
“I don’t know any kids in Third World countries. Could we feed one or two around here, just to kinda e-e-e-ease into it?”
“I don’t think so,” Doc said. “We gotta come up with a Third World country and then find out who’s in charge of feeding kids. Then, we can send them something.”
“I move we adjourn this meeting,” Steve said.
“There are no meetings,” Doc said.
Since no one could name a Third World country without a map or listening to National Public Radio, The Club died a quiet death.
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September 25, 2014
There’s something so satisfying about getting out of bed when the world is still dark and quiet and resting. Making the coffee gives us time to scratch and think. Well, scratch, anyway. Most of that thinking will start after about the third cup of coffee.
September 17, 2014
When we first noticed the baby sparrow, here at the house, it saddened us all. He had fallen from his nest and was slowly walking around the front yard under the tree while his mother and father had an absolute fit.