I was sitting in my truck waiting for the Mrs. to come out of the grocery store. We were making a quick provisions stop for milk, eggs and Blue Bell. Staples. I had pulled up front and dropped her off then swung way out to the middle of the parking area where I could people […]
If you have ever read my writings you know I have never been a big sports guy. The locker room is a foreign place for me. I didn’t grow up showering and changing with the team. I never had a locker in the gym. The male comradery, towel popping and other guy, team, player stuff
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As the boys began to arrive that afternoon, the heat of the day had set in. The weeks before we arrived were dry, and it showed as the dust devils swirled. Every plant and fencepost along the ranch road was covered with a fine white dust. The Lone Star flag hung motionless in the August
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