My memories at the University of Arkansas of the late Hall of Fame Coach Eddie Sutton.
Category: Memoir
Life Lessons from Esther
Waking up this morning in the crazy world we live in, I swung my tired, creaky, and sluggish body out of bed. As I have for over sixty-five years, my mind went through its normal checklist of things I need to accomplish. Then I remembered; we are under a mandatory shelter in place order. Negative … Continue reading Life Lessons from Esther
I’m Sad
Today, sadness overshadows me. Most of you have never seen me sad. When you review my, “About Me” section at the end of this blog, you will see the statement, “I am simply too blessed to be stressed.” And that is certainly true. Most times I am not sad. I strive to be a happy person. … Continue reading I’m Sad
Doc-in-a-Box
Recently, I experienced the pleasure of having a medical procedure performed. The name of the procedure is not important per se, but I will say, I have it done at least every five years and it involves a scope being placed in an area where a scope just shouldn’t go. I'm just sayin... Now I … Continue reading Doc-in-a-Box
Making A Difference
What if I my descendants decided to turn left instead of right? Would my world be different today?
The Artistry of the Baby Blue Double-Knit Leisure Suit
This story describes the time my mom gave me the keys to the hen house. Two pictures of me in my prized baby blue leisure suit await you at the end of this story.
Dancing with the Scars
Last year, I made the biggest guffaw ever with her Christmas gift. Trust me, I will never make that mistake again! Let me tell you about it. At the end of this blog is a bonus video of me dancing.
Merry Christmas, Do you Have It?
Merry Christmas! Do you have it? Many people mistakenly think they have it. My wish is if you do not have it, you will receive it!
The School Bus
Looking back, I am proud I rode a school bus for twelve years. Humbling, yes. That luxurious chariot of my first grade transformed into a bucket of bolts by my twelfth year. But it made me a better person!
Chicken Scratches
A visit to most rural farms in the 1960s, such as the one I was raised on, would highlight a large array of animals. The first greeting, with the wag of it's tail, would be the family dog, seeking a scratch behind the ear. Cats would scurry to hide, watch, and make sure you were … Continue reading Chicken Scratches
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