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Why aren't you rich?

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Like most, every morning I have a certain routine. By 6:30 I arrive at the quaint corner coffee shop an easy mile walk from our house. Not that I walk there in morning, mind you, or any other time of the day, for that matter. But if I did, I presume it would be easy, and just about a mile.

The owner greets me by my first name. I like that. I like to think that makes me special, but it doesn’t. He just has a great memory and greets everyone by their first name. Read More»

Five minute asphalt egg

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Bubba Hanks was the biggest kid in Mrs. Crabtree’s third-grade class. In fact, Bubba was the biggest kid in all of Mt. Olive Elementary school. Some say it was due to his fondness for Mrs. Wilma’s sticky buns. Wilma was the head lunch lady and for an extra nickel, you could get an extra sticky bun.

Bubba had a lot of nickels.

Others said Bubba’s largeness was because of a kidney infection in the first grade that put him in the hospital for a week and home in bed for three months. Which caused him to be held back a year. That meant an extra year of eating sticky buns. Read More»

On the edge of forever

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She’s finally resting quietly now. The starched white hospital sheets, void of any warmth or comfort, slowly rise and fall with each wonderful breath.

If she awakens, she will want her blue blankie, the one she’s had since high school. Old and tattered, it has seen her through many a crisis. Hopefully it will see her through this one.

Before the surgery, she said don’t bother to bring it. Then again she said a lot of things before the surgery — the surgery that was to save her life. I have her blankie with me. Read More»

All the cool kids

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All the cool kids do it. The first time I heard that phrase was in Old Mrs. Crabtree’s’ third-grade class. Ever since, I’ve been trying to be one of the cool kids. Why, you may ask? The answer is simple. It’s cool to be a cool kid. Unfortunately, through the years, I’ve always seemed to fall a little short when it came to the cool meter. Read More»

Pooh Sticks

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When the sun slowly disappears below the horizon, a struggle begins in the heavens. Orange and purple hues streak across the sky, fighting against the coming night. There’s only an hour left before the battle is lost. Just enough time for a walk with the one you love. It was on one of these walks with The Wife that we came upon an old wooden bridge. Read More»

Richest man in the world

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After years of hard work, raising four children and seeing them through college, the gentleman still was able to retire at age 52, a very wealthy man. Unfortunately, for the man who had everything, it wouldn’t be long before his life took a dramatic turn that sent it in a direction he never could imagine – all due to events not of his making. Life often does that. Read More»

The good parent

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There’s a place where facts, myths, and legends merge, blending together in our minds into a soft, purple, swirling haze. It’s a place where each of us was the star, the captain of the football team, the head cheerleader, the smart kid with the 4.0 average, or the popular kid that everyone wanted to be and be seen with.

Memories. Somehow, now that we have children of our own, we’ve forgotten the awkwardness of adolescence as it slowly ebbs away with time. In time, we have forgotten how hard it actually was. Read More»

Men are just babies

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This is another article that could get me kicked out of the men’s club, but someone has to write about it and it might as well be me.

Old sayings tend to be sprinkled with a lot of truth. Old sayings like, “He married someone that reminded him of his mother.” Let’s face it, guys: when it comes right down to it, we’re all just a bunch of babies. Man babies. Read More»

Vacation observations

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After four days in Savannah, I learned many things. Spending time together is the most important thing you can do for the relationship with the one you love. And four days in Savannah is simply not enough time spent in this wonderful city. Read More»

I met a nice lady

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I met a nice lady yesterday. She said she could type over 100 words per minute. While such a task is not so unusual in today’s world of Twitter this and Twitter that, when she does, it is.

She hugs her husband and then types — everything. Everything he says. She even types while hugging him. A strange relationship, for sure, but I guess it works for them. The happy hugging and typing couple have been married now for 20 years. They have five children. Read More»

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