When I was a child, I heard family members talk about the devastating day of December 7, 1941 when Pearl Harbor was bombed. I didn’t fully understand what they were talking about, but I could feel the somberness in their tone of voice that told me it was an important event. Much, much later, I […]
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Our friend, Slim Randles is once again the Wednesday’s Guest. He sure has some interesting people in that fictitious place that houses the Mule Barn Truck Stop where the guys get good coffee and have good times. Today he introduces us to some new folks and I won’t even begin to pronounce their last name.
Sometimes as we are distanced from tragedy the memories dim somewhat. That’s a normal human reaction, a way of dealing with pain and grief. Now, nine years after that horrible day in September when we saw planes crash into buildings and thousands of people die, the images are not as crisp in my mind as
Today the United States is celebrating a birthday, and so am I. The country is 233 years old, but I won’t tell you my age. For many years I thought all the parades and fireworks were in my honor, and it was quite a let down when I found out they weren’t. To read all
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