A chance encounter late Monday night has made me curious to learn more about my family history.
Many years ago, I wrote the saga of Moochie, a white kitten who was adopted by my big black tomcat, Mo-Man (although then he was known as Maurice).
A friend emailed me a video the other day that put me in mind of my cats when they were little.
Well, I’ve been dragged into the 21st Century, kicking and screaming: I finally have a (gulp) Facebook page.
I’ve been telling Phyllis lately that soon I will get back to writing funny columns and not dwelling on the tornado that devastated Joplin.
A year ago this past week, I was in a fight for my life.
Long-time readers know the story. For the rest, the Reader’s Digest condensed version: I contracted Legionnaires disease, it made me really, really sick, I spent a week in ICU, nearly a total of six weeks in the hospital and a month in recovery at home.
On Saturday night, as I was putting together this edition of the Neosho Daily News, I got a blast from the (too distant) past.
It was an area I thought I knew like the back of my hand: the place where I’d grown up, where I’d spent 25 or so years of my life.
We didn’t all call him “Superman” — although there is a slight resemblance — but Rick Rogers was sure super to us.
Those who’ve known me a while know I’m really not a high-tech guy. My truck has a cassette tape-deck in it: no mp3 player, or even a CD player. I like music on vinyl records best. I still have a turntable, receiver, cassette and 8-track tape player all in one big, heavy, clunky unit that I play my music on. But there’s one technological advance I really love. E-book readers.
Shoveling snow isn’t one of my main pastimes: I’m more of a “Let’s read a book” kind of guy.
More than 100 years after the author’s death, “Huckleberry Finn” continues to be controversial.
Each year, I like to dust off this old classic and present it to you, dear readers, in the hope we may all rekindle that childhood faith in the unseen.
Did you ever hear of a cat with it’s own bodyguard?
For many years, I’ve written a Martha Stewart Thanksgiving column.
This year, I’ve decided to give “ol’ Marth” (I call her that all the time — we’re such close friends) the year off.
I’ve been getting reacquainted with an old pastime of mine: painting.
I hope you, dear reader, aren’t getting tired of the condition updates, but it’s about the biggest thing going on in my life right now.
One thing about a serious illness is you never realize how much you took for granted.
As many of you have read in the Daily News, I was stricken with a life-threatening illness earlier this summer.
