The young woman helping us was friendly and we struck up a conversation. We tell her about our fly fishing trip and she says, “I love to fly fish!” She tells about her Dad taking her fly fishing just down the road. Before wading into the river, they would stand on a bridge above the water watching the motions of the trout. She loved how they drifted with the current.
My summer of 1977 was bookended by Harry and Elvis. Harry Whittaker, the President of our Senior Class at College High School, always had a way of making you feel better than you had the right to feel about yourself. We were talking, just hours removed from walking across the stage to receive our diplomas. […]
They say grand-parenting is grand. So I’ve been told a thousand times by friends whose worlds have been changed by their children’s children. We have names waiting for the tender voices of our grand little ones. My name is Bubs and Karen is Keke. Who knows if those names will stick. The only thing I […]
I once heard two boys talking as they gazed through a fence at some girls playing. After surveying the situation, one boy asked the other, “whaddya wanna do?” The second boy replied, “Let’s throw rocks at ‘em!” This was generally my way of courtship through my teens. Slowly though I came to express love through […]
My father was just a kid when he heard the news about uncle Kenny. Terrel Taylor was raking hay on a neighboring farm when his mother, Grace Walker Taylor, drove towards him in the meadow crying, saying that her brother, Kenneth Walker had been shot. Kenny Walker’s U.S. Fourth Infantry Division arrived off the shore […]
Karen and I decided to do something this summer that we had never done before. We rented an RV and drove through Kansas, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Colorado with our friends Bob & Sheila. Why? Perhaps this western wandering was a grasping after the nomadic ideal, a searching after stories about the land and […]
We have wandered the west lassoing Wyoming, and taking in OK, KS, NE, SD, ID, and CO. My Dad loved wandering vacations so he took his teenage brother, his parents and three Taylor children and drove the eight of us to California in a Chrysler Imperial that looked like a batmobile. My dad had always […]
Shalom see you in Colorado!
Watermelon kombucha at Fayes Brunch at Fayes, an old schoolhouse now dining room. Faye serves breakfast til 11:00 or until 40 customers served whichever comes first. Huevos rancheros with stuffed jalapeños, salmon with quinoa and cinnamon rolls Kayaking, fly fisherman, waders, swimmers, all are testing the currents of the Yellowstone as it flows north We […]
Watermelon kombucha at Fayes Brunch at Fayes, an old schoolhouse art room. Faye serves breakfast til 11:00 or until 40 customers whichever comes first. Huevos rancheros with stuffed jalapeños and salmon with quinoa and cinnamon rolls Kayaking, fly fisherman, waders, swimmers, all are testing the currents of the Yellowstone as it flows north We saw […]