Code of the West
I know him by where he sits in the sale barn. If the auctioneer’s booth were at 12 o’clock, then as sure as the wind in Kansas, he sits at 3 o’clock, 3 rows up from the bottom, across the ring, down a little, and a bit cattycorner to where I sit. You get toRead More
Praying at PennDot
He drives a faded maroon Ford Escort station wagon with peeling clearcoat. He smokes. He has a handicapped adult daughter. And I believe he knows Jesus. Those of you who reside in Pennsylvania and have a CDL have experienced the…
Keep the Bunk Clean
If there is one thing I want my boys to learn, it’s that. Although you would really need to talk to my friends, Phil or Sid, to see if it holds any value or if it’s just a bunch of…
Oven Doors
I walked into the kitchen the other day, only to discover that my sins had found me out. And who else to show me, but my dear lovely wife. It’s a wonder some unseen force didn’t stop her mouth cold…
It rained all day
It rained all day. We drove and drove. “I had a doll when I was little,” he said. “Really little.” “Oh,” I said. “ I didn’t know that.” My husband, with a doll. My husband little. I looked over at…