When I was sixteen, my head was turned by this exotic foreign beauty. She was Italian; a 1965, candy-apple-red, Benelli 125 Sport motorcycle. I couldn’t wait to ride off in the sunset with it as I counted out my money to the college bound boy selling it. There was a slight problem, though. I didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle. But my buddy, Dave that had driven me to look at the Benelli had an … [Read more...] about Exotic Foreign Beauty
I invented a game many years ago. I called it ‘Chin UP!’ I invented it for children two years and older but it could be played with younger children. You see, back when I was a single Dad for a time I had two wiggly, easily distracted, little pre-school girls to get up, get dressed and ready to leave for the baby sitters before 7 o’clock every morning so I could go deliver mail. They were what … [Read more...] about Chin Up!
“At the next stop we should see Eilley,” Marlo told me as he guided his almost classic Chevy Nova around a corner on the gravel road. “He’s almost always waiting for me.” It was a cold November morning in 1980 in northwest Minnesota and Marlo was teaching me the rural mail route that was now mine. Marlo was my substitute. We had been driving all morning after sorting the mail and now Marlo … [Read more...] about Eilley
Sunday mornings usually seemed like a lot of fun back in the late ‘50’s. There were always plenty of kids heading into the church basement at the Wilroads Gardens Christian Church on Sunday mornings. Noisily we would tromp down the creaking steps into the dimly lit basement and find our seats on little folding, wooden chairs set in relaxed rows facing a slightly out of tune piano. And one Sunday … [Read more...] about The Folding Chair Fiasco of 1959
I was about eight years old, making my older brother Dan ten and my younger brother Tim seven. We had been sent outside by our mother to run off some of our energy. We played with some sticks and rocks in the yard for a little while then we sat on the front steps of our house looking at the clouds in the sky. “Do you ever wonder what God looks like?” Tim asked as he gazed up into the late … [Read more...] about Brotherly Debate
We had a horse when I was growing up. His name was Booger, a Shetland pony. I didn’t name him but I laughed when I heard it and wondered why. Dad said it was because Booger was a cantankerous and contrary little horse, and the other horses didn’t like him. They would kick him and bite him and he was always boogered up so they just called him Booger.Booger was cantankerous and contrary and … [Read more...] about Cowboy Paul