Tag Archives: Friends

The Art of the Explosion

Larry had a problem.  It wasn’t one of those problems that required his immediate attention but rather one of those nagging problems that just wouldn’t leave his mind.  Larry lived just outside of Noel, Missouri in an area known as … Continue reading

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What The Wind May Bring

I believe that the wind brings with it bits and pieces of once whole things.  It is for us to reassemble these fragments into complete thoughts which fit into our world.  Those works of our mind may reflect past recollections … Continue reading

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I Don’t Want to Be a Cowgirl

There are many things which can prevent six-year-old girls from falling asleep at night; monsters under the bed, thunderstorms and of course the first day of school.  Retha, a six-year-old girl living on a spot of land in Southwest Missouri … Continue reading

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Only a Slight Miscalculation

The Cessna 172 airplane is a single engine aircraft designed to accommodate a pilot and three passengers.  The 160 horsepower single piston engine allows the aircraft to comfortably cruise at a speed of 148 miles per hour.  The plane has … Continue reading

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Mary and Maxine, Two Girls From Pineville

Maxine Jeffers, Maxine Jeffers Maxine Jeffers, that name was thrown at me by my mother like a warrior hurling a spear.  As a young boy I occasionally, I will freely admit, at times used poor judgment.  Exceeding the recommended number … Continue reading

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Faster Than the Speed of Light

I sometimes awake afraid and drenched in my own perspiration.  I am afraid that everything I thought I once unequivocally knew now seems to be so very unclear.  The once well thought out plans which I believed to be etched … Continue reading

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Fred, The Golf Course Squirrel

Using my clean hand, I wiped off my golf cart’s seat.  Once certain the dirt once there was now on the palm of my hand I drove the cart the short distance which separated my property from that of the … Continue reading

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