Mrs. Chatterbox finds guys who shoot arrows sexy. Whenever we watch The Walking Dead, her eyes settle on Daryl and she has a peculiar look on her face.
Family Stories | Life Situations
We made the news! After twelve hour flight from Zurich airport and three hours at San Francisco we couldn’t wait to crawl into bed… How could all of these fire trucks have arrived without my hearing anything?
Death has a way of equalizing life, causing priorities to slip effortlessly into place.. Not our Eric… the genteel giant, and dignified Baltimorean, with Clint Eastwood grit and a Mr. French accent.
We have a canoe that I just bought this past weekend at an Estate sale. Its just not any canoe, this is an Old Town canoe built in 1913
When I was a kid we had a big lawn and the cheapest lawnmower on the block. ..our lawnmower was always covered in rust and when pushed shrieked like a banshee in heat.
In 1962 when I was ten, a shopping center had opened a few blocks away and a local newspaper had announced that today the Wienermobile would arrive for the grand opening.
Suddenly a voice from above thundered down upon us. “Deceiving your parents is a sin. Go home, all of you!”… “God, is that You?” I shouted.
I never became a lawyer, but I did fall in love with Della Street. It seemed to me that Della was the perfect woman. Day or night, she was forever doing whatever Perry asked…
What a beautiful Sunday morning. I was sitting on the porch today with Daisy, our Jack Russell mix, and Jaco our black lab/pointer mix. Without any notice at all Jaco bound from the top step…
I’m amazed at how good-looking everyone was back in the day. Sure, the fashions and hairstyles are a bit peculiar by modern standards, but that’s to be expected.
The other day I tromped downstairs for my morning cup of coffee. Beside our Keurig was the plastic container of coffee creamer, with a mere dribble inside. A newly opened container was beside it.
When mature enough to start reflecting on the voyage of my life, I was surprised to find out how little documentation there was that I’d ever existed.
Some tales are straightforward and conclude without ambiguity, but this is not one of those stories. It’s a true incident that happened to me in 1983 when I left my position as display manager for Mervyn’s Dept. Store, and took a position as manager of an art gallery in Portland, Oregon. Soaring Wings Gallery specialized […]
I was unemployed and on my way to a job interview. We hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the long arm of the law appeared behind me, flashing red lights.
Cow health is very important on our farm. We work to keep our animals healthy and comfortable limiting the need for medications.
Finally, there was a pounding on the door, accompanied by Mr. Hishogi’s voice. I won’t attempt to replicate his speech, but I think he said: “You such a lazy boy. No good worker.”
It’s hard to look at The Bull, painted in 1647 by twenty-one year old Dutch artist Paulus Potter and understand how this was ever held in higher esteem than Rembrandt’s Night Watch.
What a rush. My New England homeland tunnels through snow in sub-zero temperatures and I’m loving it. And I’m loving that I love it…
I’m sure Sheriff Andy Taylor was at the malt shop teaching manners and lessons in civility to kids, and I’m sure I saw Gomer and Floyd walking around.
Had life been different, so would my journey. This is the journey I know and it’s brought me to a place where I’ve found the most genuine love and happiness.
Local newspapers got wind of the story. I’m all but certain calls to the newspapers could be traced to our phone. A scandal ensued when…
Most of the Catholic kids in Killarney Park lost interest in God after their First Communion. The exceptions were those of us who decided to become altar boys.
When I was thirteen I went with my dad to fetch a pizza from a place up the highway. It was hot in the pizzeria because of the huge oven so I went outside to cool off.
Mrs. Chatterbox and I have been married a long time, and like most couples in lengthy relationships we’ve given each other many gifts.
I learned at a tender age that life isn’t fair, some things don’t live up to their hype while others seemed designed to fool you.
This is either another skirmish in the war between men and women, or another example of what a bad person I am. You decide. Books have been written about the differences between men and women, such as Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. A recent occurrence in the Chatterbox household illustrates this difference […]
Cows are milked on our farm around the clock, with a one-hour break every seven hours to provide time to clean the facility and sanitize equipment.
I purposely never became a certified gemologist from fear it would compromise my ability to sell them, I nevertheless studied these stones and feel competent to discuss them.
I always feel as though I’m being allowed in on a great secret when I sit with nature and it was no different with these hens.
It’s a sad fact that I was a lazy kid, but at a tender age I noticed my brother wasn’t asked to do nearly as much around the house as me.