I didn’t like it at first. Every morning as the sun came up over the pond out front, I could feel him. It was a strange, eerie feeling. You might know the sensation that someone is looking at you. Then he would nudge me — he wanted to start the day and I was part […]
Rick Magee/KOZ I was a little guy when I first saw my uncle’s Bass Tracker boat. Looking back now, it wasn’t anything special or bright and shiny by the world of fishing boat standards, but it completely captured me. It was aluminum with Bass Tracker’s orange/brown paint and carpet scheme, steering wheel, a trolling motor, and a
When I was sitting on a plane one morning recently, making small talk with the young guy next to me, I was taken aback by one of his comments. He began his interest in who I was with, “So are you retired.” He never stumbled or hesitated. To him, apparently, I looked retired. Done with
I met Darius on a beautiful Saturday at the ballpark. I was sitting in the front seat of my truck pulled up to face the backstop. Ah yes, front row seat. I made sure I jumped out each time Taylor was on the field or batting. Her coaches needed my additional coaching from the sidelines
The tree towered over our whole backyard, or at least it seemed. We would climb it to see out across the roof tops and into the far-away yards. It is the tree I remember most growing up, if I think about trees. We called it a China Berry tree, it was really a Chinese Tallow.
So often today folks go to church, have a cup of coffee, joke with some friends, sit and listen, then try to be the first in line at the Sunday lunch restaurant. Now of course there are a lot of folks who also get to church early, set up chairs, stay after and tear down.
Hail and rain poured down on my little tent. Even under the tall spruce the heavy rain found littlest places to come in with me. The wind sounded like I was camped at the end of a runway. It roared across the mountains and through the canyons. It was bad. There was no sleep that
When I sat on the plane and Mrs. Greaney surprised me with the latest issue of Outside Magazine I was stunned. The full cover read, Rewilding the American Child. Inside author Ben Hewitt laid out an excellent article on bringing back the heart of the child lost indoors. Then just a few pages over author
We were sitting on the patio of a local restaurant eating our dinner and watching the kids play on a community playground. There was one slide toy that was a pipe like element with handles. The kids could hold the handles and slide across an open area to a platform then push off and return.
Men of Honor, Honor all men, love the brotherhood, fear God, honor the King. 1 Peter 2:17 I love that scripture. It brings up something inside me, a young warrior spirit, a sense of honor, a desire to do good. I have always felt that way but, alas, I have not always acted that way.