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Our Summer of Invincibility
A good friend of mine, Steve Osborn, once referred to me as his summertime friend. He attended Oklahoma University and I attended Harding University. As college undergraduates, we mostly saw each other in the summer. We were connected by our… Continue reading
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Early in the Day of Cold and Green
These are the salad days of my son and daughters, my nephews and nieces, not that they are cold and green, rather that it’s their heyday, their walk in the sun, although salad, like the heyday of the young, can… Continue reading
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A Summer Night and You
A few nights ago storms drifted up from the central plains of Oklahoma, but they mostly missed us, so Karen and I relaxed on the back deck and stared east at a wall cloud, savoring a cool night in August.… Continue reading
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The Eyes of a Teacher
What is astounding is not that I remember any of that, but that Mary Brock remembers. Would Mrs. Brock be surprised that the kid who was good at math is now an amateur poet? Or did she already know, because… Continue reading
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Stolen Babies and Shallow Advice
I was holding Jude when I realized why I steal babies. We were at Jace and Carly Davis’ wedding and Jude looked like he wanted me to hold him so I held out my arms and he held out his… Continue reading
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An Artist is Never Poor
Mushroom consomme’ with asparagus dumpling, watermelon radish, baby greens and chili oil…Spring pea & Carrot Salad with shaved rainbow carrot, pickled cucumber, hijiki seaweed, Parmesan, nori cashews & orange-mustard vinaigrette…Alaskan Day Boat Halibut with Chanterelle mushroom, fava beans, cherry tomatoes,… Continue reading
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Saint Mary’s Glacier
Having fun in Colorado At 11,000 feet as a cool breeze drifted off the snow and the sweat from our climb dried as we enjoyed breezy and 60 degrees on Saint Mary’s glacier. To my right Karen used a ConocoPhillips… Continue reading
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Word
“Word” is the shortened form of the phrase: “my word is my bond” which originated with prison inmates and also by my Grandma, who avoided blasphemy by saying,”oh my word”, or “oh my goodness”, which sounds similar to God. Word is equated… Continue reading
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Kicking the Wickets with Yogi
I miss the elocution of Yogi Berra. He once said, “The future ain’t what it used to be.” Last night as I watched Draymond Green’s leg fly north like a sledge hammer on wings directly into the fork of Steven… Continue reading
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Lovely and True
When they told me she left on a Sunday I felt less known My Soul less bright Aunt Shirley knew me Like a smile on a spring day Schoolgirl radiance Fragrant and cheerful I was at once young Yet old… Continue reading
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