A while back; several times actually; I told Denise that I wanted a reclining chair in the Mission or Craftsman style, something with nice flat wooden arm rests, leather cushioning, and classic Mission styling that I could relax in after a day of the hard work of being retired.  And ( more… )

Last weekend I attended my 50th high school reunion at Ozark Academy in rural Northwest Arkansas.  About eighty percent of our class returned to the school and it was a wonderful event.  Most of these people I had not seen for fifty years, and most of them I will never see ( more… )

In the spring of my freshman year at Ozark Academy the school held its annual school picnic not at a park or a lake or someplace new to us but on campus.  I decided to use that day to do something I’d never done before: see how far I could ( more… )

A decade has past since I last saw Mike Tuller.  Until yesterday March 6 when I met him for lunch at Hayden’s Grill in Tualatin. We had a great visit and did a lot of catching up.  Not only is Mike a true American character in the finest sense of ( more… )

“Most of the major ills of the world have been caused by well-meaning people who ignored the principle of individual freedom, except as applied to themselves, and who were obsessed with fanatical zeal to improve the lot of mankind-in-the-mass through some pet formula of their own. The harm done by ( more… )

Out of Gas   If I am wandering, Deambulando As the Spaniards say, Then I must lock the door Take my key And walk.   But if I have A destination Then I am content. I can hold the gas cap In my hand And wait.