Exposing the Cold Gap

Running in the winter is a bit of a hassle sometimes. During the coldest of those days, usually early in the morning, I wear layers of clothes, including a long-sleeve t-shirt and tights to keep my legs warm, a hat and gloves, and sometimes a light jacket. All those clothes help protect you from the…

Son doesn’t fear receiving bag of switches from Santa

I guess it happens to all of us sooner or later. You know, that time when you’re cruising through life, thinking that you’re hip or cool. Well, maybe not hip. And certainly not cool. But still you think you’re up on current events, and you can relate to young people, especially your kids. You can…

Does Santa really give the best gifts?

I love the quiet of Christmas Eve. I’m sure some of that (maybe most of it) is my imagination. And some of it comes from living in a small town. But to me Christmas Eve seems more than quiet. It seems peaceful. Last night, as I was tucking my son in bed, he said, “Dad,…

Putting up the Christmas tree – man style

I guess just about everyone else in the world already knew this, but me: There are two ways to put up a Christmas tree – the single man’s way and the right way. Ok, I guess I’ve known it for several years, but just didn’t want to admit it. But THIS year . . .…

The (book) worm has turned at our house

We’ve found a new activity at our house that doesn’t involve television, video games, or my smart phone. And, no, the activity we’ve found isn’t sleeping. Instead, it’s reading. As in, my son reading to me. Now before you start to think I’m either a GREAT parent for thinking up this rather (ahem) novel idea…

Son’s criticism of Davey and Goliath wildly misplaced

“Oh Boy!!” It was my birthday and I was so excited! It was a Saturday morning and I was cruising through the menu to see what was on TV when I stumbled across “Davey and Goliath” about to come on. Oh boy!! There’s nothing that gets me excited like bad TV. And on my birthday,…

Turning 50 – A Bad Poem

I never really thought about the day Where my friends and family would say . . . Happy fiftieth birthday to you we wish, Now go out and have some fun; and oh, your cake was delish!  Getting older is a hard thing to do, But for now I can still walk, and my food…

We’re Going to Dance with What Brung Us

In my early days out of college, one of my first jobs was writing sports at a newspaper in the small town of Nashville, Arkansas. That wasn’t anything completely new to me because I had spent most of my falls in college doing radio play-by-play for a local high school. I’ve moved on to other jobs since,…

Happy Birthday to . . . Me!!!

I don’t normally promote my birthday. In fact, I usually try to ignore because ignoring it = not getting older. But this time I’m straying from the normal course. Because this time it’s a Big Un. It’s the BIG Five-Oh. I won’t have another birthday this big for another 50 years, so I need to…