There’s something that’s been going on at my house that I’ve been hesitant to write about. I find it . . . hmmmmm . . . disturbing. There’s really no other word for it. Over the last few weeks, my son has expressed an interest in, how shall I say this, pretty much owning the…
Month: September 2013
The Cheeseburger Quest continues
I’ve had several people ask me if I’ve found that “perfect” cheeseburger. Well, as always, I’m still on my quest for the Best Cheeseburger in the World. And I’ve got one you need to try. In the small town of Rosston, Ark., I love to stop at Barr’s Junction, a little country store situated right…
My son and the robots
“Have you heard about the robot class?” That’s been the question lately – the Robotics Class. After school the other day, my son practically flew off the bus and and was brimming with excitement. There was going to be a robotics class offered at his school each week after school. And he wanted to be…
The Tale of the Sharkey
The story of a boy, his chicken, and his bewildered dad. Some kids carry around a teddy bear. Others rely on a toy rabbit or dog. Us? There’s no easy way to say this. My son has a stuffed chicken. And his name is Sharkey. I think it’s pretty much a given that when your kid’s favorite…
The ghost in room 231
Visiting a relative in the hospital never ranks very high on the Fun Meter, but this trip was especially difficult. It was to see my grandmother, who for so long had done so well, struggled with her health in the last few years of her life, staying in a nursing home for a brief time, with…
Always the right time for a pillow fight
If there’s one thing my son loves, it’s a good pillow fight. Actually, he’s ok with even a bad pillow fight. It doesn’t really matter, as long as pillows are involved. I’m not really sure how we ever started on pillow fights (but really, how does anyone ever start?). But if there’s one thing he…
“The Best Hamburger in the World”
I love traveling through small towns. And I especially love stopping at local places to eat. There’s just something about sitting down at a small restaurant, and listening to the conversations that are taking place all around me – conversations about the daily life in a town I’ll never really be a part of. And meeting…
A shorts-sighted view of parenting
I like to wear shorts. Or it could just be that I hate wearing pants. I’d wear shorts year around if my boss would let me. My favorite thing to wear when it’s cold is shorts and a sweatshirt. A friend in college called this “Dressing for Hell.” I’m still not sure what that means, but…
“I love you, too.”
Four simple words. And like every school day, I heard them this morning when I dropped my son off at school. As he was getting out of the car, I told him I loved him. And his reply was, as always, “I love you, too.” I thought it was especially a good sign because he was…
Football Friday – a glimpse of small-town America
I love small towns. I like driving the countryside and passing through different towns as I go, wondering about the people in each town and what it would be like. Luckily for me, I have a second job as a broadcaster for a high school team in a small town. I’ve been involved in covering…
Holding together the jello 