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Man may have used his intelligence to invent stupidity, but his body’s natural evolutionary instincts keep him alive in spite of himself. Let’s start with deep water….

My father built the fire pond after his chain saw factory burned down when the fire trucks ran out of water. But he told my mother, a wonderful swimmer, that he built it for her — because she looked like … Continue reading

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I hate that my cruel, unfair, brutal, mean father was obviously correct about how to raise children. Afterall, look at my brother……and me

One afternoon, many full moons ago, my older brother telephoned our dear ol’ Pappy. Brian wanted to impart, to our my-way-or-the-highway father, that June, his wife, was less than nine months away from bequeathing the in-laws its first grandchild. More … Continue reading

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Anyone who has been married with kids knows that we all torture one another. It comes naturally. Hell, just drive down the highway without your finger talking.

When I was growing up, there were two things that were unpopular in my house: One was me. The other was my trumpet. And, by golly, I may not have been any Harry James, or Satchmo or even Al Hirt. … Continue reading

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