Well, after a short time off...well, maybe not that short, I'm back in the blogging saddle. I've been catching some flack about taking off, even Needer Mae jumped me Christmas morning about being lazy. So, I'm blogging again and I hope I can come up with a few thoughts. Pretty bad when Needer Mae is upset with me.
Just watched the basketball Hogs beat Oklahoma. Boy, sure brought back Nolan memories. If they keep playing like this, they will be hard to hold in the SEC and beyond. I'm not being a homer...they are that solid and they have the coaching staff to go with their talent. Can shoot the three, rebound, handle the press...all the inegredients of a great team. They could....could...go a long way.
I've been reading some stuff on Nolan and by golly I was in Charlotte NC the year we won it all...I was there, in 94, a few feet from Scotty when he lofted the three that put Duke away. It was quite a night...Clinton was there and I stayed up all night, celebrating back at the hotel with the team, Nolan, all the fans. It was really something, to see a national championship win in person...something I will never forget. Man, I love good college basketball.
Great Christmas. Kids were home and Les' big news has brightened everyone's outlook. A doubledose of good news...it will be quite a time come June. She and Patrick will never sleep late again, that's for sure.
I got lots of nice gifts from Santa. I still am not good at opoening gifts...it is embarrasiing or something. Much rather give gifts and watch others opoen them. Little Luke, the grandboy, was great at Christmas. If you haven't heard the hilarious story about him "learning" about Santa, get in touch with Eric and Amy and let them tell you. It's the best kid-Santa story ever, believe me. What a kid.
Had a good deer hunting season. Saw lots of deer, turkeys, coyotes, squirrels, rabbits, raccoons...you name it. And I made it thru without injury again...I know everyone always wants to know that. I went hunting some with my new crossbow and liked it, too, even bagged one.
Good to see Sandi and her gang Thanksgiving...good to have Kyle back home. I think I embarrassed him when I hugged him, but I needed the hug. We were so worried about him and we are so very proud of him, too.
I've worked some at the church, painting and fixing up one of the SS rooms. It was quite a mess, sheetrock falling in etc...but I got it done and paited pretty and our new windows...five of them...are in and stunningly beautiful. One in honor of brother Harold and one for Joy...they're side by side...isn't that the way it should be. So pretty and we're thankful for Janice and Roy who gave the funds to make them possible. In all, we did five for the church and every widow in done and we'll have a big ceremony later on to celebrate. Everyone please come when we do. I painted one of the rooms that had several coats of paint on the walls...no doubt put there by Pap a time or too. I could feel him there with me and I was using his old paint brush.
A bit of adventure Christmas week at Dardanelle. Peanut and I were leaving her mom and dad's house and headed for her cousin's when my new pickup had a flat tire. It was getting dark, 15 degrees, windy...what a night to have a flat. Turns out I had run over a big carpet installer's razor knife in the road, cut my tire up, and I ended up having to buy a new one. But, boy, was I glad Wal Mart supercenter in Russellville was open. Cousin Buzzy crawled under the truck and did most of the jack work and we took the tire into town and got a new one put on the rim. I was out $145 for that trip, but glad I didn't have blowout on the Interstate.
I may have some news in a few weeks...maybe next blog,...about a new political "assignment." Pretty sure I'm gonna do it...not a real big deal, but I may be "pressed" back into government service on a limited basis. And limited it will be because I enjoy this retirement thing...I got my first Soc. Security payment in November...man, checks from the state and fed...life is good in Sheridowns.
Well, better run. Gotta go check on the dogs. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Hogs et al
Watched the Hogs blow a 13-point lead against Kentucky in last 4 and a half minutes last night. Boy, if Houston Dale had called plays like that they would have strung him up at that big church up in Springdale. Oh well, I've written them off for this season. Be glad when the Roundballers take the court. I have hope with them.
Been on the road some. Big golf trip to Mississippi with 23 other guys. Spent our time in Choctaw Indian casino and the beautiful PGA Dancing Rabbit golf course. The two courses are first-class and I even hit some slots at the casino. First vacation I ever took when I had more money when I got home than when I left. And I opened my golf outing with an eagle 3 on a par 5. Wow!
Since my last blog, I've also gone bow hunting with my new crossbow. And, guess what? Beginner's luck, I guess you'd say, but I bagged one first trip out. Shot it at 50 steps and the arrow took a toll. It was weird, not hearing a loud shot and all. But I like it and I'm going again.
My sis Nita took a bit of a fall...really a "twist" in her living room as she tumbled into her musical organ and broke a bone in her foot and a toe. She's laid up for a spell and we're trying to comfort her as much as she will let us. She's tough, though, and hard to take care of. I called the other night and told her I had her a piece of lemon pie. She said no, not that she didn't want it, but sister Bet had gotten the jump on it and baked her a whole lemon pie. Oh well.
Visiting the Indian territory in Mississippi made me think more of my land here, on Lancaster Hill. I looked at it at sunset tonight, out on my deck, and wondered what it must have looked like here, with the Quapaws villaged here, their teepees and such on the hillside by the creek, all of them busy with their horses, probably walking in the woods, looking for deer and such. It must have been beautiful back then, and peaceful. I feel all of that at times when I look at the land and let my thoughts roam. I think we're all connected to the past in ways we don't always understand. Maybe never understand, really.
Christmas is coming soon and because some have asked...really, some have...I'll write here how to order my book, Benchwarmer, in case you're interested in ordering some for Christmas gifts. Go the to Phoenixbase.com web site and the information should be there. If not, contact me.
(Great) Nephew Chris and new bride Lauren have moved in nextdoor, in Joy's house, and we're glad they are our neighbors. It's good to see their lights on over there at night. Joy would have liked that, knowing (little) Chris is taking over. I sure do miss her, really bad at times, sometimes, not so bad. I miss her smile. I was down at the old house recently, doing some picking up, and I ran across a great big blackandwhite photo of her. I placed it in the front bedroom and she looks so happy. I lucked out on sisters...and brothers...not to mention maw and paw.
I'll be in the deer woods in earnest soon as the so called regular gun season comes in in November. I love to smell the woods in the autumn--hard to explain to some I suppose. But it's nice to be out there amongst the creatures, to see the sun come up and then watch it go down. The moon was full the other night as I drove home from the camp, and the big river bottom was all lit up, like a giant spotlight in the heavens. You could see forever. The moon is so crisp and full and bright in the colder months, the air cold and pure and illuminated. A morning or two later, the first bunch of wintering geese flew over the big timber, a sure sign that winter is approaching. God, I love the cool air. My lungs are refreshing again.
I spent a day in Little Rock with the governor and our little buddy group. It was a special gathering, a day to honor our friend Bill Gwatney. We played golf, our first outing in his honor, and we competed for the first Chairman's Cup, a nice trophy in Bill's honor, a tropy complete with his picture. The familiar pose, the one with his patented big smile. What a tragedy, to lose him so tragically, at such a young age. His young wife, Rebecca, dined with us after the golf event and she looked and sounded better. What an awful time for her, but she is a survivor.
Gotta go. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Been on the road some. Big golf trip to Mississippi with 23 other guys. Spent our time in Choctaw Indian casino and the beautiful PGA Dancing Rabbit golf course. The two courses are first-class and I even hit some slots at the casino. First vacation I ever took when I had more money when I got home than when I left. And I opened my golf outing with an eagle 3 on a par 5. Wow!
Since my last blog, I've also gone bow hunting with my new crossbow. And, guess what? Beginner's luck, I guess you'd say, but I bagged one first trip out. Shot it at 50 steps and the arrow took a toll. It was weird, not hearing a loud shot and all. But I like it and I'm going again.
My sis Nita took a bit of a fall...really a "twist" in her living room as she tumbled into her musical organ and broke a bone in her foot and a toe. She's laid up for a spell and we're trying to comfort her as much as she will let us. She's tough, though, and hard to take care of. I called the other night and told her I had her a piece of lemon pie. She said no, not that she didn't want it, but sister Bet had gotten the jump on it and baked her a whole lemon pie. Oh well.
Visiting the Indian territory in Mississippi made me think more of my land here, on Lancaster Hill. I looked at it at sunset tonight, out on my deck, and wondered what it must have looked like here, with the Quapaws villaged here, their teepees and such on the hillside by the creek, all of them busy with their horses, probably walking in the woods, looking for deer and such. It must have been beautiful back then, and peaceful. I feel all of that at times when I look at the land and let my thoughts roam. I think we're all connected to the past in ways we don't always understand. Maybe never understand, really.
Christmas is coming soon and because some have asked...really, some have...I'll write here how to order my book, Benchwarmer, in case you're interested in ordering some for Christmas gifts. Go the to Phoenixbase.com web site and the information should be there. If not, contact me.
(Great) Nephew Chris and new bride Lauren have moved in nextdoor, in Joy's house, and we're glad they are our neighbors. It's good to see their lights on over there at night. Joy would have liked that, knowing (little) Chris is taking over. I sure do miss her, really bad at times, sometimes, not so bad. I miss her smile. I was down at the old house recently, doing some picking up, and I ran across a great big blackandwhite photo of her. I placed it in the front bedroom and she looks so happy. I lucked out on sisters...and brothers...not to mention maw and paw.
I'll be in the deer woods in earnest soon as the so called regular gun season comes in in November. I love to smell the woods in the autumn--hard to explain to some I suppose. But it's nice to be out there amongst the creatures, to see the sun come up and then watch it go down. The moon was full the other night as I drove home from the camp, and the big river bottom was all lit up, like a giant spotlight in the heavens. You could see forever. The moon is so crisp and full and bright in the colder months, the air cold and pure and illuminated. A morning or two later, the first bunch of wintering geese flew over the big timber, a sure sign that winter is approaching. God, I love the cool air. My lungs are refreshing again.
I spent a day in Little Rock with the governor and our little buddy group. It was a special gathering, a day to honor our friend Bill Gwatney. We played golf, our first outing in his honor, and we competed for the first Chairman's Cup, a nice trophy in Bill's honor, a tropy complete with his picture. The familiar pose, the one with his patented big smile. What a tragedy, to lose him so tragically, at such a young age. His young wife, Rebecca, dined with us after the golf event and she looked and sounded better. What an awful time for her, but she is a survivor.
Gotta go. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
autumn approacheth
In one of my old Scoops columns, I wrote about how and why I like to call fall, uh, autumn. I like the sound of the word "autumn." And I love it when the weather cools.
Those who know me know that hot weather is not my friend. I like the cold...and the cool...but if it were up to me, we could skip July and August. That would be just fine and dandy as far as I'm concerned.
Looks like we're headed for another round of rainy weather from Hurricane Ike. The recent hurricane sent lots of rain to our house and the Saline River was higher than I've ever seen it...even made the opening of squirrel hunting season Sept. 5 a washout. The river went over the pavement on 46 south and nearly went over the Highway 167 between Sheridan and Fordyce. It was fierce, too, the water resembling the rushing whitewater streams of Colorado. Really something to see.
I haven't "blogged" in a while and I apologize to my thousands of readers. Just got out of the habit, lost my groove I spect. We vacationed in Florida and had a really great time. We love the beach and our condo is so peaceful, right on the sugar-white beach. It's so nice to sit out on the balcony in late afternoon and watch the sunset, just me and Peanut, all alone, nary a worry in the whole world.
Played in recent Red Apple golf tourney and held lead going into Sunday's final round, but blew it. Just couldn't get to the greens in the horribly wet conditions. Half round on Saturday canceled due to heavy rains and it was the first time in Red Apple tourney history the rain forced play to be cart path only. Golfers understand this lingo--just means it was sloppy wet. But had fun with some of my old buds from political days.
Our puppies are doing good. Ole Newt, the big dumb black lab, is still growin and he's providing lots of laughs. He's learned to jump, finally, and twice jumped up on the bed. Zoey, the smart dog, just watches him in amazement.
We had Nita, my sister, over for supper on her 79th birthday. I cooked some of the fine fish I caught a few months ago. She loves fish. She's doing good. And we have a new neighbor--my great nephew Chris and his new bride Lauren, bought sister Joy's house next door. Whew! We were worried about who our neighbors might be, but the Good Lord sent us a blessing and we're mighty happy. I mowed Chris' grass today, being the good neighbor that I am. It was cool and cloudy and I just felt like mowing and doing a good deed. I have tons of mowing to do, all the way from the old house up to the pond, but it is good therapy. Speaking of therapy, I started some physical theapy today for a bad heel...got about six weeks to do. I have a brand new, good, million dollar titanium knee and now my heel goes bad. Oh, well.
We watched a lot of the political conventions. Obama will win, that's my take on it. McCain's VP pick is causing a stir, but history teaches us the voters never consider this race on VP candidates--just the big guys. Obama by 2 percentage points.
I'm not going to mention the Bill Gwatney tragedy if that's okay. It's just taken too much out of us to talk anymore about. We love him and miss him and I will leave it at that.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Those who know me know that hot weather is not my friend. I like the cold...and the cool...but if it were up to me, we could skip July and August. That would be just fine and dandy as far as I'm concerned.
Looks like we're headed for another round of rainy weather from Hurricane Ike. The recent hurricane sent lots of rain to our house and the Saline River was higher than I've ever seen it...even made the opening of squirrel hunting season Sept. 5 a washout. The river went over the pavement on 46 south and nearly went over the Highway 167 between Sheridan and Fordyce. It was fierce, too, the water resembling the rushing whitewater streams of Colorado. Really something to see.
I haven't "blogged" in a while and I apologize to my thousands of readers. Just got out of the habit, lost my groove I spect. We vacationed in Florida and had a really great time. We love the beach and our condo is so peaceful, right on the sugar-white beach. It's so nice to sit out on the balcony in late afternoon and watch the sunset, just me and Peanut, all alone, nary a worry in the whole world.
Played in recent Red Apple golf tourney and held lead going into Sunday's final round, but blew it. Just couldn't get to the greens in the horribly wet conditions. Half round on Saturday canceled due to heavy rains and it was the first time in Red Apple tourney history the rain forced play to be cart path only. Golfers understand this lingo--just means it was sloppy wet. But had fun with some of my old buds from political days.
Our puppies are doing good. Ole Newt, the big dumb black lab, is still growin and he's providing lots of laughs. He's learned to jump, finally, and twice jumped up on the bed. Zoey, the smart dog, just watches him in amazement.
We had Nita, my sister, over for supper on her 79th birthday. I cooked some of the fine fish I caught a few months ago. She loves fish. She's doing good. And we have a new neighbor--my great nephew Chris and his new bride Lauren, bought sister Joy's house next door. Whew! We were worried about who our neighbors might be, but the Good Lord sent us a blessing and we're mighty happy. I mowed Chris' grass today, being the good neighbor that I am. It was cool and cloudy and I just felt like mowing and doing a good deed. I have tons of mowing to do, all the way from the old house up to the pond, but it is good therapy. Speaking of therapy, I started some physical theapy today for a bad heel...got about six weeks to do. I have a brand new, good, million dollar titanium knee and now my heel goes bad. Oh, well.
We watched a lot of the political conventions. Obama will win, that's my take on it. McCain's VP pick is causing a stir, but history teaches us the voters never consider this race on VP candidates--just the big guys. Obama by 2 percentage points.
I'm not going to mention the Bill Gwatney tragedy if that's okay. It's just taken too much out of us to talk anymore about. We love him and miss him and I will leave it at that.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Joe Boyd, Maters, Kentucks and Grass
I went with Bet and Joe to the spital Monday morning. Joe was slated for k-stone surgery, an outpatient procedure but still serious. Well, after many hours in the waiting room, the (nice) doctor emerged to say things were fine and the stone, well, was gone once they got in there to remove it. A miracle! We brought him home and he's doing better and we're all relieved for a spell. I phoned Nita from the spital to give her surgery update and told her, "the stone was rolled away."
Got a first taste of homegrown tomatoes the other day...some small cherry ones from Jim's garden. Joe and I picked the garden while Jim and Betty were away in San An Tone and I grabbed up six or seven of the tiny ones and made my first of the year bacon and tomato sandwich. Hard to put into words, ain't it. But not hard to put in my mouth. Can't wait for the bigger ones. I also picked a few blackberries from Jim's vines and made my first blackberry cobbler from scratch. Pretty good if I do say so. Took Nita a bowl of it and she bragged, too, but she always does that--brags on me.
Me and John and Tom floated the Saline River last Friday. Put the boat in at Prattsville bridge and 12 long hours later, took out at Jenkins Ferry. It was a long day, but we really hauled in some nice, fat Kentucky bass...about 45. Kept 19 for Tom to filet and he said they sure were tasty. I knew it was a 12 hour float, remembering this from long-ago days when I floated this strip of the river quite regularly. We had 10 or so "pullovers"--where you get out of the boat and pull it over the logjams. Man, you talk about whipped at the end of the day. I could bearly talk and walk when I got home, all muddy and pitiful. Slept good, though and it sure was nice to be back on the river...conjured up lots of nice memories of pap and Harold etc....shore do miss em.
Trying to keep up the mowing, but the grass is growing so fast I'm bout whupped. It sure looks pretty when I'm finished, though. Janice said the place looks like a park and it does. You ought to see the deer walking around in the twilight, munching the pretty grass and tender leaves on the bushes. A buck is already putting down a scrape up by the pond, a little early but I guess he's telling the other bucks to steer clear of his territory. We have lots of deer and other animals on the place now.
I gotta doctor's appointment in the morn...my old broken heel from 1999 deer hunting accident acting up. Can't hardly walk on it at times and I'm sure hoping it ain't broke again. Looked like an egg shell in 99, broke in 7 tiny chips. It started hurting after my recent golf outing at Batesville and I couldn't walk for a couple of days. And I re-aggravated it Monday when I played in the big Pat Summerall charity golf event at LR so I need to see my doctor. I got my photo in the paper at that event...you might have seen it...me and old Jermain Taylor, the boxing champ sitting in our golf carts, laughin and carrying on. It was a good picture and I've gotten calls and letters about it from old pals around the state. My playing partners that day included my fine son, Eric Jason, and Coach Frank Broyles. Coach is 81 but he still plays good golf...specially putting. He sure was nice and gracious and he phoned Ray Tucker, my friend, after the event and asked Ray for my mailing address and Eric's address so he could send us a nice thank you for playing with him and being so nice. We shot a 14-under-par and still finished out of the money. Oh well....
Our church is searching for a preacher and me and Peanut took a prospect and his wife to lunch after church last Sunday. He's from W. Memphis and he's 72 and wanting to retire away from Memphis area...who can blame him. We are not sure yet what to do in our search, but it will continue and we sure are trying hard to keep our little church afloat. It sure is a pretty little church and we have 4 new windows arriving by fall--one of them in honor of sweet sister Joy, and one of them in honor of sweet brother Harold. Thanks to Roy and Janice for footing the bill on these two additions. But our church really will shine once they're in.
Fourth of July at our house. Leslie phoned a little while ago and me and Peanut will put the plans in motion in next day or two. Burgers and hot dogs and we can all chip in with various dishes. At least that's my thinkin rat now.
Congrats to Sandi's boys on their sports...Mason for winning a golf tourney and Lance (the cannon) for baseball prowess. They're really something special.
Well, better run. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Got a first taste of homegrown tomatoes the other day...some small cherry ones from Jim's garden. Joe and I picked the garden while Jim and Betty were away in San An Tone and I grabbed up six or seven of the tiny ones and made my first of the year bacon and tomato sandwich. Hard to put into words, ain't it. But not hard to put in my mouth. Can't wait for the bigger ones. I also picked a few blackberries from Jim's vines and made my first blackberry cobbler from scratch. Pretty good if I do say so. Took Nita a bowl of it and she bragged, too, but she always does that--brags on me.
Me and John and Tom floated the Saline River last Friday. Put the boat in at Prattsville bridge and 12 long hours later, took out at Jenkins Ferry. It was a long day, but we really hauled in some nice, fat Kentucky bass...about 45. Kept 19 for Tom to filet and he said they sure were tasty. I knew it was a 12 hour float, remembering this from long-ago days when I floated this strip of the river quite regularly. We had 10 or so "pullovers"--where you get out of the boat and pull it over the logjams. Man, you talk about whipped at the end of the day. I could bearly talk and walk when I got home, all muddy and pitiful. Slept good, though and it sure was nice to be back on the river...conjured up lots of nice memories of pap and Harold etc....shore do miss em.
Trying to keep up the mowing, but the grass is growing so fast I'm bout whupped. It sure looks pretty when I'm finished, though. Janice said the place looks like a park and it does. You ought to see the deer walking around in the twilight, munching the pretty grass and tender leaves on the bushes. A buck is already putting down a scrape up by the pond, a little early but I guess he's telling the other bucks to steer clear of his territory. We have lots of deer and other animals on the place now.
I gotta doctor's appointment in the morn...my old broken heel from 1999 deer hunting accident acting up. Can't hardly walk on it at times and I'm sure hoping it ain't broke again. Looked like an egg shell in 99, broke in 7 tiny chips. It started hurting after my recent golf outing at Batesville and I couldn't walk for a couple of days. And I re-aggravated it Monday when I played in the big Pat Summerall charity golf event at LR so I need to see my doctor. I got my photo in the paper at that event...you might have seen it...me and old Jermain Taylor, the boxing champ sitting in our golf carts, laughin and carrying on. It was a good picture and I've gotten calls and letters about it from old pals around the state. My playing partners that day included my fine son, Eric Jason, and Coach Frank Broyles. Coach is 81 but he still plays good golf...specially putting. He sure was nice and gracious and he phoned Ray Tucker, my friend, after the event and asked Ray for my mailing address and Eric's address so he could send us a nice thank you for playing with him and being so nice. We shot a 14-under-par and still finished out of the money. Oh well....
Our church is searching for a preacher and me and Peanut took a prospect and his wife to lunch after church last Sunday. He's from W. Memphis and he's 72 and wanting to retire away from Memphis area...who can blame him. We are not sure yet what to do in our search, but it will continue and we sure are trying hard to keep our little church afloat. It sure is a pretty little church and we have 4 new windows arriving by fall--one of them in honor of sweet sister Joy, and one of them in honor of sweet brother Harold. Thanks to Roy and Janice for footing the bill on these two additions. But our church really will shine once they're in.
Fourth of July at our house. Leslie phoned a little while ago and me and Peanut will put the plans in motion in next day or two. Burgers and hot dogs and we can all chip in with various dishes. At least that's my thinkin rat now.
Congrats to Sandi's boys on their sports...Mason for winning a golf tourney and Lance (the cannon) for baseball prowess. They're really something special.
Well, better run. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tiger, Yarnell's, Eulogies and Other Musings
It's been a while, I know. Peanut and Les have been ribbing me about updating my blog so I'm gonna do what they say, else I incur their wrath.
Where to begin?
Mowing grass consumes much of my time, but I enjoy it to a degree. I have lots to mow now. I take care of the old (Lancaster) house lawn, then move northward to mine (which is huge), then up to Janice's and sometimes finish up with the stuff alongside Bet and Joe's road. If it weren't for my big old red mower, I'd really be up a creek, but it cuts my workload a bunch.
I am proofreading a friend's novel, ole Triple L up in Dardanelle. She's Peanut's friend. And mine, too, I hope. I'm thru several chapters and I plan on sending those pages to her tomorrow in the mail. It's a nice story, about several galfriends who grew up in Yell County. I wish her luck.
My first book, Grant County Scoops, is selling at one of the local stores here now. Kinda neat, really. He's put up a sign out front that says, Scoops for Sale Here. I hope people don't think he's selling little plastic shovels, you know, like the ones kids use at the beach in Destin.
I've been trying to email Sandi and the kids down in San An Tone some since K has shipped out for four months. I follow the boys sports adventures thru their grandfather Jim and they are really something. Lance belts the baseball out of the park and Mason goes hard after the golf trophies. Proud of 'em. Of Kyle, too. He's our family patriot.
Speaking of golf, I tied for third at the recent Batesville tourney played on the beautiful Eagle Hills course up there. I hung in there for three days and birdied the last two holes in mounting a comeback. Almost made a hole in one on my next to last hole the last day....185 yards...it stopped two feet from the hole. Then I birdied the last hole, a long par 5, so I was proud of my finish, especially since I hadn't played in a year. What a beautiful and challenging, tough golf course. Love being up there with my buds.
And I watched the Players Tournament and US Open on TV. Paul Goydos lost the Players in a sudden death playoff at the famous water hole. I got to play with Paul several years ago when he was an up and coming pro and I have a photo of him and me here at the house so I was sure hoping he would win. And, watching Tiger at the Open...he's the best...and playing with pain, too. The tournaments are the same without him altho sister Bet roots against him. She says he hogs the money and that he ought to let somebody else win.
I've been fishing quite a bit, too. Loving retirement. Catching a lot of bass and last Friday, almost had something else in the boat--an alligator. He was pretty aggressive, chasing my buddy's top-water lure all the way to the boat. Spooked me, but he finally swam off. The place where I fish...this one...has several dozen gators but this is the first one that was aggressive. Sometimes, they follow the boat and stay a safe distance away, but guess this dude was just feelin' his oats.
I got another golf outing Monday...the Pat Summerall tourney. It's put on my our Ark. Hall of Fame sports group. A big deal. $2,000 for a four-man team. My son, Eric, and local bud G.E. are on my team....we should have some fun. The event raises about 65 grand for our organization and Pat Summerall flies in for it. He's a great guy, but still under the weather and not looking so good.
Other family news is that Roy is moving...my bro in law from next door. He's moving to an assisted living place at Bryant and me and three siblings bought his house. We're hoping someone in the family--maybe Les and Patrick--buy it and move in. We want to leave the land to our children if possible.
And politics. Hillary is out since I last updated so I'll be voting for B-Obama. Gotta go Democrat, you know. I'm ready for some change, anyway. Tired of oil barons in the White House. Gas prices! How can anybody fill up their tank and even think of voting for 8 more years of this nonsense. Wars...inflation...oil prices...yuk!
I delivered a eulogy a week ago. My dear old pal, Roney, died after a long battle with cancer. What a guy. There's only three of us left out of the Boys Club crew known around town here for their hunting and fishing exploits. It was an honor and a privilege to say a few words at his service and it's hard giving him up.
Don't know much else. Sittin here with my two puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. What a pair. They love watching their Daddy type on the computer. Guess they're easy to please. Whole lot like their dad, I guess. Newt just walked under the computer drawer and bumped my legs as I was completing this. He's a dandy. Loves to jump after the tiny frogs in the yard. Zoey, on the other hand, just watches him and shakes her head in amazement and disgust. Probably embarrassed, too.
Gotta run. Hope my critics who said I needed to update are happy. I'm signing off now and heading in to see if any of the Yarnell's strawberry is left. It's great this time of the year...with the White County strawberries mixed in with the ice cream. You gotta love Arkansas, especially right now, when Jim and Joe are seeing great things in their gardens. Green beans, tomatoes, corn, squash...whew!
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Where to begin?
Mowing grass consumes much of my time, but I enjoy it to a degree. I have lots to mow now. I take care of the old (Lancaster) house lawn, then move northward to mine (which is huge), then up to Janice's and sometimes finish up with the stuff alongside Bet and Joe's road. If it weren't for my big old red mower, I'd really be up a creek, but it cuts my workload a bunch.
I am proofreading a friend's novel, ole Triple L up in Dardanelle. She's Peanut's friend. And mine, too, I hope. I'm thru several chapters and I plan on sending those pages to her tomorrow in the mail. It's a nice story, about several galfriends who grew up in Yell County. I wish her luck.
My first book, Grant County Scoops, is selling at one of the local stores here now. Kinda neat, really. He's put up a sign out front that says, Scoops for Sale Here. I hope people don't think he's selling little plastic shovels, you know, like the ones kids use at the beach in Destin.
I've been trying to email Sandi and the kids down in San An Tone some since K has shipped out for four months. I follow the boys sports adventures thru their grandfather Jim and they are really something. Lance belts the baseball out of the park and Mason goes hard after the golf trophies. Proud of 'em. Of Kyle, too. He's our family patriot.
Speaking of golf, I tied for third at the recent Batesville tourney played on the beautiful Eagle Hills course up there. I hung in there for three days and birdied the last two holes in mounting a comeback. Almost made a hole in one on my next to last hole the last day....185 yards...it stopped two feet from the hole. Then I birdied the last hole, a long par 5, so I was proud of my finish, especially since I hadn't played in a year. What a beautiful and challenging, tough golf course. Love being up there with my buds.
And I watched the Players Tournament and US Open on TV. Paul Goydos lost the Players in a sudden death playoff at the famous water hole. I got to play with Paul several years ago when he was an up and coming pro and I have a photo of him and me here at the house so I was sure hoping he would win. And, watching Tiger at the Open...he's the best...and playing with pain, too. The tournaments are the same without him altho sister Bet roots against him. She says he hogs the money and that he ought to let somebody else win.
I've been fishing quite a bit, too. Loving retirement. Catching a lot of bass and last Friday, almost had something else in the boat--an alligator. He was pretty aggressive, chasing my buddy's top-water lure all the way to the boat. Spooked me, but he finally swam off. The place where I fish...this one...has several dozen gators but this is the first one that was aggressive. Sometimes, they follow the boat and stay a safe distance away, but guess this dude was just feelin' his oats.
I got another golf outing Monday...the Pat Summerall tourney. It's put on my our Ark. Hall of Fame sports group. A big deal. $2,000 for a four-man team. My son, Eric, and local bud G.E. are on my team....we should have some fun. The event raises about 65 grand for our organization and Pat Summerall flies in for it. He's a great guy, but still under the weather and not looking so good.
Other family news is that Roy is moving...my bro in law from next door. He's moving to an assisted living place at Bryant and me and three siblings bought his house. We're hoping someone in the family--maybe Les and Patrick--buy it and move in. We want to leave the land to our children if possible.
And politics. Hillary is out since I last updated so I'll be voting for B-Obama. Gotta go Democrat, you know. I'm ready for some change, anyway. Tired of oil barons in the White House. Gas prices! How can anybody fill up their tank and even think of voting for 8 more years of this nonsense. Wars...inflation...oil prices...yuk!
I delivered a eulogy a week ago. My dear old pal, Roney, died after a long battle with cancer. What a guy. There's only three of us left out of the Boys Club crew known around town here for their hunting and fishing exploits. It was an honor and a privilege to say a few words at his service and it's hard giving him up.
Don't know much else. Sittin here with my two puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. What a pair. They love watching their Daddy type on the computer. Guess they're easy to please. Whole lot like their dad, I guess. Newt just walked under the computer drawer and bumped my legs as I was completing this. He's a dandy. Loves to jump after the tiny frogs in the yard. Zoey, on the other hand, just watches him and shakes her head in amazement and disgust. Probably embarrassed, too.
Gotta run. Hope my critics who said I needed to update are happy. I'm signing off now and heading in to see if any of the Yarnell's strawberry is left. It's great this time of the year...with the White County strawberries mixed in with the ice cream. You gotta love Arkansas, especially right now, when Jim and Joe are seeing great things in their gardens. Green beans, tomatoes, corn, squash...whew!
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Monday, April 28, 2008
hunting and fishing and Luke and more
April has been a very busy month. I bought a new Chevy truck and Peanut got a new electric-gas hybrid auto. My old 2000 truck was still running good, but it was time and I sure hated to see him go. But I love my new four-door truck--a smooth ride, indeed. And the electric car sure is something--wonderful gas mileage--we averaged about 47-50 mpg on a recent trip north. Important in this day of oil company abuse and price gouging.
I returned a few days ago from Missouri where I spent several days with my buddies on a turkey hunt. The woods and rolling hills are so enticing, up there in the Mark Twain National Forest near West Plains. We stop at WP and buy our groceries after traveling thru nearby Mammoth Spring, Ark. where the spring river begins, the big spring pouring out of the ground, millions of gallons per minute. Quite a scene.
The first day is spent grocery shopping and setting up the camp, which is very nice, complete with electricity thanks to a wonderful Honda generator. Nice campfire and great food. We're all good cooks and one night I served up ribs, fish and tenderloin medallions, complete with mashed potatoes and garlic bread. We're known for our cooking as much as our hunting prowess--no pork and beans for these cats.
I heard several gobblers and narrowed my hunting spot for opening morning Monday. I got close to a gobbler and had three gobblers answering me as I "set up" on a mountain ridge. But no luck.
Second morning (you can't hunt in the afternoons there...have to be out of the woods by 1 p.m.), my friend John joined me as I encouraged him to go with me since I had heard more than one gobbler the morning before. We heard one about a half-mile below our campsite and trekked toward him as first morn light broke over the mountain ridge in the east. But he quit gobbling. Two more opened up about a mile away and we took off, climbing another large ridge. We finally got pretty close to one of them and set up, our backs against a large black oak tree. John started his yelp calls and the gobbler started inching closer after flying down from his roost. After about 45 minutes still no sight of him. John continued to call and I whispered that I was going to "hit" my call. I did and immediately, and I do mean immediately, the gobbler appeared straight away from me, running wide open, as fast as a race horse, right at me. I whispered to John, "I see him and he's coming right at me." In less than 10 seconds, the turkey was 25 steps in front of me, staring a hole thru me, I assume wondering where his hen girlfriend was. As he walked behind a tree, I raised my Browning Gold Trigger 12-gauge, 3and1/2 shell, and boom! He hit the ground. We picked up the turkey and started the long, very, very long, hike back toward the camp. Using his compass, John steered an eastward course and we trudged up one mountain ridge and then another. Finally, we saw the gravel road. Back at camp, I rested and John returned to the woods to go after another one. Buddy G.E. returned and unloaded a gobbler of his own and we rested after a good morning, a hearty breakfast and a brief hail storm. A great Missouri morning and a great Missouri trip. Two big gobblers and me in good health. A year earlier, I was laid up at home with a $100,000 metal knee. It felt fine after the mountain climb, too.
Back home, I rested and caught up on family business, including a wedding shower, and returned to one of my fishing spots this morning, rising at 5 a.m. and making my first cast by 7:15. It was cold and windy and the fish didn't co-operate much, but I brought home six which is plenty for me and Peanut's next fishfry.
I like this retirement life. My next big adventure is a golf tourney in June at Batesville with my buddy Seve and my partner Rocky. Hunting, fishing and golf--keeps a feller busy.
Oh yeah, the best part of it all was working in a trip to Sherwood where grandson Luke Bo Duke and all of his classmates put on a big show at school for grandparents day. What a great kid. They sang and did other things and he was honored as one of five kids in the entire school...and it's a big ole school...as outstanding Christian leader. The hunting and fishing won't make me cry, but seeing my grandson..well, a little tear or two is okay for a grandfather, I think. I sure do love that boy and you should have seen his "science" project...snakes and a weird "combination" animal.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
I returned a few days ago from Missouri where I spent several days with my buddies on a turkey hunt. The woods and rolling hills are so enticing, up there in the Mark Twain National Forest near West Plains. We stop at WP and buy our groceries after traveling thru nearby Mammoth Spring, Ark. where the spring river begins, the big spring pouring out of the ground, millions of gallons per minute. Quite a scene.
The first day is spent grocery shopping and setting up the camp, which is very nice, complete with electricity thanks to a wonderful Honda generator. Nice campfire and great food. We're all good cooks and one night I served up ribs, fish and tenderloin medallions, complete with mashed potatoes and garlic bread. We're known for our cooking as much as our hunting prowess--no pork and beans for these cats.
I heard several gobblers and narrowed my hunting spot for opening morning Monday. I got close to a gobbler and had three gobblers answering me as I "set up" on a mountain ridge. But no luck.
Second morning (you can't hunt in the afternoons there...have to be out of the woods by 1 p.m.), my friend John joined me as I encouraged him to go with me since I had heard more than one gobbler the morning before. We heard one about a half-mile below our campsite and trekked toward him as first morn light broke over the mountain ridge in the east. But he quit gobbling. Two more opened up about a mile away and we took off, climbing another large ridge. We finally got pretty close to one of them and set up, our backs against a large black oak tree. John started his yelp calls and the gobbler started inching closer after flying down from his roost. After about 45 minutes still no sight of him. John continued to call and I whispered that I was going to "hit" my call. I did and immediately, and I do mean immediately, the gobbler appeared straight away from me, running wide open, as fast as a race horse, right at me. I whispered to John, "I see him and he's coming right at me." In less than 10 seconds, the turkey was 25 steps in front of me, staring a hole thru me, I assume wondering where his hen girlfriend was. As he walked behind a tree, I raised my Browning Gold Trigger 12-gauge, 3and1/2 shell, and boom! He hit the ground. We picked up the turkey and started the long, very, very long, hike back toward the camp. Using his compass, John steered an eastward course and we trudged up one mountain ridge and then another. Finally, we saw the gravel road. Back at camp, I rested and John returned to the woods to go after another one. Buddy G.E. returned and unloaded a gobbler of his own and we rested after a good morning, a hearty breakfast and a brief hail storm. A great Missouri morning and a great Missouri trip. Two big gobblers and me in good health. A year earlier, I was laid up at home with a $100,000 metal knee. It felt fine after the mountain climb, too.
Back home, I rested and caught up on family business, including a wedding shower, and returned to one of my fishing spots this morning, rising at 5 a.m. and making my first cast by 7:15. It was cold and windy and the fish didn't co-operate much, but I brought home six which is plenty for me and Peanut's next fishfry.
I like this retirement life. My next big adventure is a golf tourney in June at Batesville with my buddy Seve and my partner Rocky. Hunting, fishing and golf--keeps a feller busy.
Oh yeah, the best part of it all was working in a trip to Sherwood where grandson Luke Bo Duke and all of his classmates put on a big show at school for grandparents day. What a great kid. They sang and did other things and he was honored as one of five kids in the entire school...and it's a big ole school...as outstanding Christian leader. The hunting and fishing won't make me cry, but seeing my grandson..well, a little tear or two is okay for a grandfather, I think. I sure do love that boy and you should have seen his "science" project...snakes and a weird "combination" animal.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
See the USA, in your Chev-ro-let
That was the theme song from the Old Dinah Shore Show, if memory serves. That's what I'm about to do, in a new Chevy truck. I bought a new one and I pick it up tomorrow. The down side to this is I'm trading off my red 2000 Chevy, the one with 94,000-plus miles etc. I get attached to my vehicles and I'll be sad to leave my red truck behind when I drive away in the new four-door, extended cab gray one. I felt the same way back in 2000 when I picked up the red one and left my big ole Bronco behind at Gwatney Chevrolet in Jacksonville. I loved that big ole Bronco, but it was about to poop out on me, having run a little rough after the engine caught fire and all. The repairs fixed it up, but it never was the same, really, and I knew it. But, just the same, I loved my Bronco and I hated to get rid of it.
I think it's a southern thing, this sentimental attachment some of us have to our pickups and such. But my red truck has become a part of me, way I see it, getting me back and forth to many an appointment, getting me to the bass lake and the deer woods...just a ton of good memories associated with it. It's not a bunch of steel and rubber tires to me and maybe it's because new cars and trucks are still rare things for me because of my upbringing.
We didn't have a family car until I was a junior in high school and Daddy bought Aunt Kate's old Chevy car when she and Uncle Carney passed on. It was white and grape colored and a pretty nice car. Daddy always drove a pickup and that's about all we had. I inherited the Tarantula, a '53 Plymouth car after Bob, the car's owner, went away to college. I loved the Tarantula and drove it back and forth to school, even though it needed repairs. I wired on the muffler with one of momma's coat hangers and I painted on the whitewalls to try and spruce it up a bit. The battery was dead as a hammer so I had to park on a hill every time I stopped and get the car to rolling and pop the clutch to get started. But me and my buddies sure liked that old car and it was about all we had in the way of wheels.
Maybe that's why I like new trucks and cars and treasure them so much. Why I hate letting them go, especially when they are "loyal" and reliable. The first car I "owned" after leaving the nest was a blue Ford Falcon. I could gas it up for $3 back when gas was 13 to 20 cents a gallon in Pine Bluff, which was always in the midst of a gas war. My $65 a week at the Pine Bluff Commercial, where I was a wet-behind-the-ears sports writer, provided me enough money to make my Falcon payment and buy gasoline and food. My apartment was $50 a month, utilities included.
Sportswriting there provided me with my first new car, too, a beautiful red Chevy Camaro from Smart Chevrolet in Pine Bluff. Boy, it was a beauty, with flip-out headlites and all. I drove it to a brand new job--sports editor of the NW Ark. Times in Fayetteville. It was a fine car.
Oh well, I haven't owned too many new cars or trucks in my 60 years, but I look forward now to my new purchase. It will give me ample room for my buddies and my puppies and my hunting and fishing gear as I head to the fishing cabin. I'll try not to look in my rearview mirror as I drive away from the dealership...I don't want to see old red sitting back there without me. I hope his new owner treats him with the respect he deserves and I sure will miss him. He was reliable, never once requiring a trip to the repair shop. That's quite a proud pickup legacy.
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Speaking of the fishing cabin, the recent heavy rains have hurt some folks but the overflows will greatly benefit the White River Refuge in south Arkansas where I fish. We haven't seen this kind of (pretty) water since 1973 and it is sorely needed.
Funny isn't it. I haven't heard any of the pitiful gloom-and-doomers yelling about the so-called disappearing acquifer lately. Folks who want to channelize the White River and spend all of these millions of federal dollars to ditch the delta disappear when the flood waters come. Floods look bad on TV and they will do some damage, but they are also nature's way of replinishing the good earth, flushing out the rivers and oxbows and letting nature have a much-needed drink. We will benefit greatly for many years because of this overflow and people who build houses in the flood plain will build again...because they like living where they live. They know the risks when they lay that first brick. You can't fool (with) Mother Nature.
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As our church treasurer, I've been in charge of a new stained glass window project. Our pretty little Christian Church has many beautiful windows and now we're buying four more to finishing everything out. They will be beautiful and they're being donated by various people. This latest effort started when friends and family of Rusty Compton donated funds to put in a window in Rusty's memory. Now, we're adding others in memory of my sister Joy and my brother Harold. And the Grove family is purchasing one for their family. Good folks who love their little church.
Well, that's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
I think it's a southern thing, this sentimental attachment some of us have to our pickups and such. But my red truck has become a part of me, way I see it, getting me back and forth to many an appointment, getting me to the bass lake and the deer woods...just a ton of good memories associated with it. It's not a bunch of steel and rubber tires to me and maybe it's because new cars and trucks are still rare things for me because of my upbringing.
We didn't have a family car until I was a junior in high school and Daddy bought Aunt Kate's old Chevy car when she and Uncle Carney passed on. It was white and grape colored and a pretty nice car. Daddy always drove a pickup and that's about all we had. I inherited the Tarantula, a '53 Plymouth car after Bob, the car's owner, went away to college. I loved the Tarantula and drove it back and forth to school, even though it needed repairs. I wired on the muffler with one of momma's coat hangers and I painted on the whitewalls to try and spruce it up a bit. The battery was dead as a hammer so I had to park on a hill every time I stopped and get the car to rolling and pop the clutch to get started. But me and my buddies sure liked that old car and it was about all we had in the way of wheels.
Maybe that's why I like new trucks and cars and treasure them so much. Why I hate letting them go, especially when they are "loyal" and reliable. The first car I "owned" after leaving the nest was a blue Ford Falcon. I could gas it up for $3 back when gas was 13 to 20 cents a gallon in Pine Bluff, which was always in the midst of a gas war. My $65 a week at the Pine Bluff Commercial, where I was a wet-behind-the-ears sports writer, provided me enough money to make my Falcon payment and buy gasoline and food. My apartment was $50 a month, utilities included.
Sportswriting there provided me with my first new car, too, a beautiful red Chevy Camaro from Smart Chevrolet in Pine Bluff. Boy, it was a beauty, with flip-out headlites and all. I drove it to a brand new job--sports editor of the NW Ark. Times in Fayetteville. It was a fine car.
Oh well, I haven't owned too many new cars or trucks in my 60 years, but I look forward now to my new purchase. It will give me ample room for my buddies and my puppies and my hunting and fishing gear as I head to the fishing cabin. I'll try not to look in my rearview mirror as I drive away from the dealership...I don't want to see old red sitting back there without me. I hope his new owner treats him with the respect he deserves and I sure will miss him. He was reliable, never once requiring a trip to the repair shop. That's quite a proud pickup legacy.
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Speaking of the fishing cabin, the recent heavy rains have hurt some folks but the overflows will greatly benefit the White River Refuge in south Arkansas where I fish. We haven't seen this kind of (pretty) water since 1973 and it is sorely needed.
Funny isn't it. I haven't heard any of the pitiful gloom-and-doomers yelling about the so-called disappearing acquifer lately. Folks who want to channelize the White River and spend all of these millions of federal dollars to ditch the delta disappear when the flood waters come. Floods look bad on TV and they will do some damage, but they are also nature's way of replinishing the good earth, flushing out the rivers and oxbows and letting nature have a much-needed drink. We will benefit greatly for many years because of this overflow and people who build houses in the flood plain will build again...because they like living where they live. They know the risks when they lay that first brick. You can't fool (with) Mother Nature.
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As our church treasurer, I've been in charge of a new stained glass window project. Our pretty little Christian Church has many beautiful windows and now we're buying four more to finishing everything out. They will be beautiful and they're being donated by various people. This latest effort started when friends and family of Rusty Compton donated funds to put in a window in Rusty's memory. Now, we're adding others in memory of my sister Joy and my brother Harold. And the Grove family is purchasing one for their family. Good folks who love their little church.
Well, that's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Redfield Road harbingers
The first "real" harbingers of spring for folks out here on the Redfield Road have arrived. The yard is full of orange-breasted robins. I assume they're making their way north from wintering days in Mexico. I know I can always tell when autumn is just around the corner, too, when these same birds fill the yard on their southward trek.
Seeing these birds brings back my memory of Mack. I was 10 years old or thereabouts and was patrolling our back yard with my trusty bb gun. I didn't mean any harm, but I aimed at one of the big robins and fired away. The bird tumbled over and I ran to pick him up. I could see a crease across his head where the feathers were gone, a sure sign my copper bullet had grazed his head. He was dazed, but otherwise looking okay.
I picked him up and took him to mother, of course. She cradled him in her hands and rubbed him and he started to come around. We kept him in the house for several days and provided the best of care, hoping he would be all right. Seems like I remember we let him sit in a shoe box. After several days, I took him back outside and he hopped away. I'm not sure if he was unable to fly, but he got his bearings and hopped away into the weedpatch over by Si and Beulah's. I said, "Goodbye Mack." I had named him Mack after Mac McKenzie, our bald-headed school superintendent.
A year later, I was back out in the yard, with my BB gun, and aiming away again. To my surprise, I looked at the robins and there he was, the familiar streaked head, Mack. He was back and hopping like mad. It was good to see him and I was so excited. I yelled at him and I swear he looked back at me. Looked back as he flew away. He had learned the hard way not to hop slowly when there was a country boy doofus with a gun. I hope he lived a good life and I hope his head didn't get cold when he flew into the colder climates.
Other big news is I picked up my two big largemouth bass from the taxidermist. A ten-and-a-half pounder and a nine-and-a-half-pounder. I caught them October 30, 2007, while fishing with my brother-in-law J Boyd. On back-to-back throws with a BooYah black spinner bait. They were huge in the water and actually pulled our boat around. I turn big ones like this loose, but I kept these because I knew my chances of ever catching their equal was slim and I wanted them on my wall. They sure are pretty and they dwarf my other two mounts from the early 70s, the ones weighing just under 8 pounds. I love bass fishing and I honestly think I would go every day if I could. And I'm going more and more now that I'm officially retired and I love it. Caught some dandies last week and earlier this week.
Grandson came down and we played in the pretty snow. We got about 5 to 6 inches here and it was a pretty wet snow, easy for making snowmen. I hooked up the sled and pulled him around the north 40 behind my 4-wheeler. Ultimate rednecking in the white stuff and he loved it. The photos are amazing and if you who know his parents you can hook up on the internet and look at the boy's photos. He's quite the camera hog. It was a great day and one I'll always remember, seeing him laughing and yelling as I pulled him thru the snow. It was weird to see the snow melt as the green grass emerged. Usually, the grass under the snow is brown.
Gotta run. Hogs play Vandy this afternoon in the SEC cage tourney. We have a good chance of winning, but I figure we're in the big dance regardless. Ole Miss and Florida went down in the first round and they could have "bubbled" the Hogs out, but I think we're assured a big dance ticket now. And me and Peanut have tickets to the big games at Alltel next weekend...boy that will be fun. She loves basketball as much as I do. Looks like Tennessee and perhaps Kentucky will be in the Arkansas tournament...and maybe the Hogs. Wouldn't that be something?
So that's my news. Not too exciting. The big news around here is our police chief being implicated in an FBI probe. Lots of rumors flying around the Redfield Road area about possible bad cops. It'll all come to light soon and I hope it ain't as bad as some folks 'spect. I hate it when people get themselves all in a mess.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Seeing these birds brings back my memory of Mack. I was 10 years old or thereabouts and was patrolling our back yard with my trusty bb gun. I didn't mean any harm, but I aimed at one of the big robins and fired away. The bird tumbled over and I ran to pick him up. I could see a crease across his head where the feathers were gone, a sure sign my copper bullet had grazed his head. He was dazed, but otherwise looking okay.
I picked him up and took him to mother, of course. She cradled him in her hands and rubbed him and he started to come around. We kept him in the house for several days and provided the best of care, hoping he would be all right. Seems like I remember we let him sit in a shoe box. After several days, I took him back outside and he hopped away. I'm not sure if he was unable to fly, but he got his bearings and hopped away into the weedpatch over by Si and Beulah's. I said, "Goodbye Mack." I had named him Mack after Mac McKenzie, our bald-headed school superintendent.
A year later, I was back out in the yard, with my BB gun, and aiming away again. To my surprise, I looked at the robins and there he was, the familiar streaked head, Mack. He was back and hopping like mad. It was good to see him and I was so excited. I yelled at him and I swear he looked back at me. Looked back as he flew away. He had learned the hard way not to hop slowly when there was a country boy doofus with a gun. I hope he lived a good life and I hope his head didn't get cold when he flew into the colder climates.
Other big news is I picked up my two big largemouth bass from the taxidermist. A ten-and-a-half pounder and a nine-and-a-half-pounder. I caught them October 30, 2007, while fishing with my brother-in-law J Boyd. On back-to-back throws with a BooYah black spinner bait. They were huge in the water and actually pulled our boat around. I turn big ones like this loose, but I kept these because I knew my chances of ever catching their equal was slim and I wanted them on my wall. They sure are pretty and they dwarf my other two mounts from the early 70s, the ones weighing just under 8 pounds. I love bass fishing and I honestly think I would go every day if I could. And I'm going more and more now that I'm officially retired and I love it. Caught some dandies last week and earlier this week.
Grandson came down and we played in the pretty snow. We got about 5 to 6 inches here and it was a pretty wet snow, easy for making snowmen. I hooked up the sled and pulled him around the north 40 behind my 4-wheeler. Ultimate rednecking in the white stuff and he loved it. The photos are amazing and if you who know his parents you can hook up on the internet and look at the boy's photos. He's quite the camera hog. It was a great day and one I'll always remember, seeing him laughing and yelling as I pulled him thru the snow. It was weird to see the snow melt as the green grass emerged. Usually, the grass under the snow is brown.
Gotta run. Hogs play Vandy this afternoon in the SEC cage tourney. We have a good chance of winning, but I figure we're in the big dance regardless. Ole Miss and Florida went down in the first round and they could have "bubbled" the Hogs out, but I think we're assured a big dance ticket now. And me and Peanut have tickets to the big games at Alltel next weekend...boy that will be fun. She loves basketball as much as I do. Looks like Tennessee and perhaps Kentucky will be in the Arkansas tournament...and maybe the Hogs. Wouldn't that be something?
So that's my news. Not too exciting. The big news around here is our police chief being implicated in an FBI probe. Lots of rumors flying around the Redfield Road area about possible bad cops. It'll all come to light soon and I hope it ain't as bad as some folks 'spect. I hate it when people get themselves all in a mess.
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
In like a lamb...
I guess March "blew" in lamb-like, in easy-enough fashion, warm temps and all, and then the snow. Peanut's pap says 13 inches up in the mountains and I bet it was pretty, up there at Nebo land. Bout the time the gobblers are set to tune up, the "white stuff" (the TV boys always say that) appears. Here, it snowed about an inch or so and the oaks were beautiful, each little limb outlined as pretty as I've ever seen them. All along the Little Creek bottom, where bro-in-law Roy ventured out bravely with his Kodak to snap some pretty shots.
Wal-Mart was swamped, of course, the milk-and-bread people out in force. Reminded me of the Seinfeld episode I wrote several years ago, entitled "The Blizzard of 96." It was a high point in my writing career, the call I got from Hollywood saying my script had won approval. Mine was to be script 113, the producer lady saying they had 112 already ahead of me, but I was still overjoyed, knowing they liked it, liked me, liked what I'd put on paper for Jerry and Elaine and George and Kramer, how Kramer strolled out into the New York blizzard to buy bread only to get run over by the bread truck. Elaine shows up at a TV interview with Jerry and does an emergency stand-in as the weathergirl. And Jerry debates when the windchill ends and the heat index begins. "I mean, why can't we have a wind chill in the summer?" he asks his mom on the phone.
Anyway, I still remember some of the words and I have my copy of the script here somewhere around the house. I've re-read it a couple of times and still like it. Oh, and it never made it to film as you know...a few weeks after I got my call, Jerry announced he was retiring the show. And they still had more than three years of scripts in the can. But, he went out on top and I give him high marks for that.
Got tickets to the upcoming regional NCAA's at Alltel...it ought to be a blast! Probably get to see Memphis, maybe Tennessee, one of which will probably get the Number 1 seed. Hogs could surprise, but I am doubtful of their chances since they have to play away from Walton.
Not much else to report. We survived a week of flu, down and pretty bummed out. Now Sis next door is snifflin' with it and I just hate that. I'd rather have it myself than see my loved ones down. I hate the stuff and I hate flu season. It's the only thing that makes we wish for warm weather.
I picked up another nice art piece, this one from a local lady who is putting her brushes aside after 70-plus years. She's so talented and so nice to call and invite us over to make a selection. What an honor and she was so happy that I love art so much. Once you have these nice originals around, you are lost without them. The new one hangs nicely in the green room where our guests spend the night.
Must run. I'm glad I had time to update the blog so Triple L up in the hills won't be fussin' at Peanut about my laziness.
That's all for this time, til' next time, thanks for your time.
Wal-Mart was swamped, of course, the milk-and-bread people out in force. Reminded me of the Seinfeld episode I wrote several years ago, entitled "The Blizzard of 96." It was a high point in my writing career, the call I got from Hollywood saying my script had won approval. Mine was to be script 113, the producer lady saying they had 112 already ahead of me, but I was still overjoyed, knowing they liked it, liked me, liked what I'd put on paper for Jerry and Elaine and George and Kramer, how Kramer strolled out into the New York blizzard to buy bread only to get run over by the bread truck. Elaine shows up at a TV interview with Jerry and does an emergency stand-in as the weathergirl. And Jerry debates when the windchill ends and the heat index begins. "I mean, why can't we have a wind chill in the summer?" he asks his mom on the phone.
Anyway, I still remember some of the words and I have my copy of the script here somewhere around the house. I've re-read it a couple of times and still like it. Oh, and it never made it to film as you know...a few weeks after I got my call, Jerry announced he was retiring the show. And they still had more than three years of scripts in the can. But, he went out on top and I give him high marks for that.
Got tickets to the upcoming regional NCAA's at Alltel...it ought to be a blast! Probably get to see Memphis, maybe Tennessee, one of which will probably get the Number 1 seed. Hogs could surprise, but I am doubtful of their chances since they have to play away from Walton.
Not much else to report. We survived a week of flu, down and pretty bummed out. Now Sis next door is snifflin' with it and I just hate that. I'd rather have it myself than see my loved ones down. I hate the stuff and I hate flu season. It's the only thing that makes we wish for warm weather.
I picked up another nice art piece, this one from a local lady who is putting her brushes aside after 70-plus years. She's so talented and so nice to call and invite us over to make a selection. What an honor and she was so happy that I love art so much. Once you have these nice originals around, you are lost without them. The new one hangs nicely in the green room where our guests spend the night.
Must run. I'm glad I had time to update the blog so Triple L up in the hills won't be fussin' at Peanut about my laziness.
That's all for this time, til' next time, thanks for your time.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Who Knows What the Tide Will Bring?
Because of Nita's exhaustive (and exhausting) research into the fam tree, we're excited to read all about our past. I thought about this tonight after viewing (again) one of my favorite movies, "Cast Away" with Tom Hanks, our cousin.
Yep, he's our cousin...a bit distant, but our cousin.
I still can't believe Helen Hunt gave up on her search. If only she had held out, but he went on down to Texas and the movie leaves us believing he found his soul mate after all, the pretty girl in the old Ford pickup like Pap used to drive. The pickup I learned to drive, backing up and back in the driveway while Pap snoozed on the couch.
But I do look at Tom Hanks differently now. Kinda weird, knowin' he's kin. I keep looking for a resemblance of some sort. He kinda has Chris' hair...kinda talks like we do, too. Anway, I always thought he was about the best actor around, him and Harrison Ford and Eastwood (Outlaw Josey Wales...now there's a movie, bub.)
Yep, settled in for the movie after watching unranked Wake beat the Blue Devils. First time Wake has beaten a ranked team since 1994 and that's when they beat Duke, Duke going on to the Final Four to be beaten by the Hogs in the championship game. I was there, at Charlotte, when Scotty hit the big one. I found an old photo the other night, of me at that game. I sure was lucky to get to go to so many places and see so many fun things. Me and my buddies stayed up all night that night, at the hotel, where we had rooms where the team stayed. Nolan was happier than ever that evening, apparently finally shedding some of his inner strife...but he really never did. I hated that for him cause he was some kinda wonderful coach. I miss those kinds of teams. The guys we have now...well, they sure can let you down. Good one night, sorry as heck the next outing.
Ate some fine fish for lunch today. We cooked up a big Sunday meal for son and daughter-in-law and Luke Bo Duke. He's lost a second tooth now, both in the middle, front, bottom row. He's a dandy and he loves fish, especially when I catch 'em and they're fresh. We rode in the golf cart, visited Bet (Joe was napping) and we inspected a dead beaver afloat in the pond. Best I can tell, he was a victim of the cold weather--that can catch a beaver off guard some time. Luke poked him with a stick and was amazed at the animal's big flat tail. I told him it was nature in the raw.
He's getting real good at driving the golf cart. Like Leslie did when she was tearing up and down the hill here.
Not much else to report. Peanut has the day off tomorrow, honoring our Presidents and all. We'll probably be lazy and not do a whole lot, resting up from our big night out Saturday at the fancy eat place in the capital city. It costs an arm and a leg, but it sure is tasty. I like the piano player, too, and he plays some of my favorites, 'specially when I put a big tip in the glass jar. I always ask for "Send in the Clowns." I guess it reminds me of my days when the legislators came into town.
Speaking of Prez Day, I'll always remember when me and Bob and Harold went to the horse races on one of those Mondays. The traffic was jammed and Bob was antsy so he got out of the car I was driving and started walking, so he could get inside and get his double bet down. Finally, we got close to the track entrance and Harold got out, too. I told him I would find a parking place and I told him I had some box seats, to meet me at Window 4. Well, I looked to my right and right in front of the front entrance there was a vacant spot at this little motel. I pulled into the spot and the manager popped out to say I couldn't park there. "How much will it cost me?" I asked. He said I could park there for $20 so I gave him his money and walked inside where I got to Harold quickly, before he even got to the box seat place. He asked how I got inside so quickly and I showed him the car, parked right in front. He asked how I got to park there. I told him I gave the man $20. "My God, Bill," big brother exclaimed. I told him it would be the best $20 I would spend all day. We laughed and went about our business. I'll always remember him that day, the way he grinned and said, "My God, Bill." He said that a lot to me, seems like. Like the time I cleaned out my closet and phoned him to ask if he needed any golf shirts. "How many you got?" he inquired. "Oh, at least a hundred," I said. "My God, Bill," he answered, just like I knew he would. And the time Eric and I returned from a sensational bass fishing trip. We had 60 big bass, all about 5 pounds, laid out on the lawn at the east side of the house. Harold drove up, got out of his truck, walked up and walked around the back of my truck and saw the bass. Yep, he said it again, and then laughed that great laugh.
Well, if you haven't seen Cuz Tom Hanks in Cast Away, rent it sometime. It's good. It has several memorable lines, like when he tells Helen Hunt, who is dripping wet, "You have to go home." And then the closer, "Who knows what the tide will bring?"
That's all for this time, 'til next time, thanks for your time. Happy Presidents Day.
Yep, he's our cousin...a bit distant, but our cousin.
I still can't believe Helen Hunt gave up on her search. If only she had held out, but he went on down to Texas and the movie leaves us believing he found his soul mate after all, the pretty girl in the old Ford pickup like Pap used to drive. The pickup I learned to drive, backing up and back in the driveway while Pap snoozed on the couch.
But I do look at Tom Hanks differently now. Kinda weird, knowin' he's kin. I keep looking for a resemblance of some sort. He kinda has Chris' hair...kinda talks like we do, too. Anway, I always thought he was about the best actor around, him and Harrison Ford and Eastwood (Outlaw Josey Wales...now there's a movie, bub.)
Yep, settled in for the movie after watching unranked Wake beat the Blue Devils. First time Wake has beaten a ranked team since 1994 and that's when they beat Duke, Duke going on to the Final Four to be beaten by the Hogs in the championship game. I was there, at Charlotte, when Scotty hit the big one. I found an old photo the other night, of me at that game. I sure was lucky to get to go to so many places and see so many fun things. Me and my buddies stayed up all night that night, at the hotel, where we had rooms where the team stayed. Nolan was happier than ever that evening, apparently finally shedding some of his inner strife...but he really never did. I hated that for him cause he was some kinda wonderful coach. I miss those kinds of teams. The guys we have now...well, they sure can let you down. Good one night, sorry as heck the next outing.
Ate some fine fish for lunch today. We cooked up a big Sunday meal for son and daughter-in-law and Luke Bo Duke. He's lost a second tooth now, both in the middle, front, bottom row. He's a dandy and he loves fish, especially when I catch 'em and they're fresh. We rode in the golf cart, visited Bet (Joe was napping) and we inspected a dead beaver afloat in the pond. Best I can tell, he was a victim of the cold weather--that can catch a beaver off guard some time. Luke poked him with a stick and was amazed at the animal's big flat tail. I told him it was nature in the raw.
He's getting real good at driving the golf cart. Like Leslie did when she was tearing up and down the hill here.
Not much else to report. Peanut has the day off tomorrow, honoring our Presidents and all. We'll probably be lazy and not do a whole lot, resting up from our big night out Saturday at the fancy eat place in the capital city. It costs an arm and a leg, but it sure is tasty. I like the piano player, too, and he plays some of my favorites, 'specially when I put a big tip in the glass jar. I always ask for "Send in the Clowns." I guess it reminds me of my days when the legislators came into town.
Speaking of Prez Day, I'll always remember when me and Bob and Harold went to the horse races on one of those Mondays. The traffic was jammed and Bob was antsy so he got out of the car I was driving and started walking, so he could get inside and get his double bet down. Finally, we got close to the track entrance and Harold got out, too. I told him I would find a parking place and I told him I had some box seats, to meet me at Window 4. Well, I looked to my right and right in front of the front entrance there was a vacant spot at this little motel. I pulled into the spot and the manager popped out to say I couldn't park there. "How much will it cost me?" I asked. He said I could park there for $20 so I gave him his money and walked inside where I got to Harold quickly, before he even got to the box seat place. He asked how I got inside so quickly and I showed him the car, parked right in front. He asked how I got to park there. I told him I gave the man $20. "My God, Bill," big brother exclaimed. I told him it would be the best $20 I would spend all day. We laughed and went about our business. I'll always remember him that day, the way he grinned and said, "My God, Bill." He said that a lot to me, seems like. Like the time I cleaned out my closet and phoned him to ask if he needed any golf shirts. "How many you got?" he inquired. "Oh, at least a hundred," I said. "My God, Bill," he answered, just like I knew he would. And the time Eric and I returned from a sensational bass fishing trip. We had 60 big bass, all about 5 pounds, laid out on the lawn at the east side of the house. Harold drove up, got out of his truck, walked up and walked around the back of my truck and saw the bass. Yep, he said it again, and then laughed that great laugh.
Well, if you haven't seen Cuz Tom Hanks in Cast Away, rent it sometime. It's good. It has several memorable lines, like when he tells Helen Hunt, who is dripping wet, "You have to go home." And then the closer, "Who knows what the tide will bring?"
That's all for this time, 'til next time, thanks for your time. Happy Presidents Day.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Toothy News
Luke Bo Duke surprised me and Peanut with a 9:30 p.m. phone call to say he'd lost his first tooth. I told him that means he's officially on his way to becoming a big boy. Man, Luke losing a tooth! Time sure gets away from us. Seems like yesterday we were looking at him in the 'spital, worried sick about his delicate condition and now he's calling and laughing about his tooth coming out.
The call came right after the Hogs fell to the Vols. We were outmanned, seriously outmanned, and we regressed back into the way we were playing the first of the season. Beverley's got to get it in his thick head that he can't come out of the blocks fouling. When we lose him to early foul trouble, we're toast.
Headin' to the fishin' hole in the morning with my buddy Broad. We've been chasing those wily bass since first grade and we still can't get our fill. It'll be frosty at first light, but warming to 60 by mid-day and that'll be nice. I did pretty well at this reservoir last year.
I've got two big bass at the taxidermist now, from a November trip with brother-in-law Joe Boyd. Back-to-back throws with a spinner bait and I was looking at the two biggest bass I ever hauled in. It was incredible...that day...and Joe had to twist my arm to even go. I'll be eternally grateful to him--specially when I get the lunkers back from the taxidermist and up on the wall. Like I need another thing on my study wall, but these things were huge--my catch of a lifetime and I been at it a longgggggg time.
Tragic news just up the road from us a few hours ago. About five o'clock, sirens everywhere and we learn a young skateboarder, eighth-grader, lost his life when he skated out in front of a car. Up by Little Creek Church, just up the road here. Those things, skateboards, sure look dangerous to me. Lots rather have my kid on a bike, or even a motorcycle. Such a waste.
Had a pleasant chat with our governor today. He called mid-afternoon and I was shopping at the Sheridan Wal-Mart. It was good to put my grocery shopping on hold a few minutes to catch up with him. He's been swamped of late, with the tornadoes and all, touring the hard-hit areas and dealing with all the gov-mut red tape involved in the cleanup and salvage work. Your heart goes out to those people...hard-working folks who lost everything in the blink of an eye. I have a friend whose brother drove to Atkins to volunteer with the cleanup. Those things can also bring out the best in people, too.
Not much else. Had a bit of a run-in with the U.S. Post Office today. They sold be some rolls of stamps several months ago and they turned out to be 26-centers instead of 41s. I've been using them for several months and didn't even know til my mail carrier caught it. They apologized for the error, checked their computer and sure enough, said they goofed. This was shortly before noon and the nice lady said they'd try not to mess things up again. Five hours later, sis called from next door to say the new mail carrier left my mail over at her house today. This was about six hours after the Fed Ex man left my mail-ordered medicine at the old house down the road. And we wonder why our luggage gets lost.
That's all for this time, 'til next time, thanks for your time.
The call came right after the Hogs fell to the Vols. We were outmanned, seriously outmanned, and we regressed back into the way we were playing the first of the season. Beverley's got to get it in his thick head that he can't come out of the blocks fouling. When we lose him to early foul trouble, we're toast.
Headin' to the fishin' hole in the morning with my buddy Broad. We've been chasing those wily bass since first grade and we still can't get our fill. It'll be frosty at first light, but warming to 60 by mid-day and that'll be nice. I did pretty well at this reservoir last year.
I've got two big bass at the taxidermist now, from a November trip with brother-in-law Joe Boyd. Back-to-back throws with a spinner bait and I was looking at the two biggest bass I ever hauled in. It was incredible...that day...and Joe had to twist my arm to even go. I'll be eternally grateful to him--specially when I get the lunkers back from the taxidermist and up on the wall. Like I need another thing on my study wall, but these things were huge--my catch of a lifetime and I been at it a longgggggg time.
Tragic news just up the road from us a few hours ago. About five o'clock, sirens everywhere and we learn a young skateboarder, eighth-grader, lost his life when he skated out in front of a car. Up by Little Creek Church, just up the road here. Those things, skateboards, sure look dangerous to me. Lots rather have my kid on a bike, or even a motorcycle. Such a waste.
Had a pleasant chat with our governor today. He called mid-afternoon and I was shopping at the Sheridan Wal-Mart. It was good to put my grocery shopping on hold a few minutes to catch up with him. He's been swamped of late, with the tornadoes and all, touring the hard-hit areas and dealing with all the gov-mut red tape involved in the cleanup and salvage work. Your heart goes out to those people...hard-working folks who lost everything in the blink of an eye. I have a friend whose brother drove to Atkins to volunteer with the cleanup. Those things can also bring out the best in people, too.
Not much else. Had a bit of a run-in with the U.S. Post Office today. They sold be some rolls of stamps several months ago and they turned out to be 26-centers instead of 41s. I've been using them for several months and didn't even know til my mail carrier caught it. They apologized for the error, checked their computer and sure enough, said they goofed. This was shortly before noon and the nice lady said they'd try not to mess things up again. Five hours later, sis called from next door to say the new mail carrier left my mail over at her house today. This was about six hours after the Fed Ex man left my mail-ordered medicine at the old house down the road. And we wonder why our luggage gets lost.
That's all for this time, 'til next time, thanks for your time.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
youngin' visit
The youngest youngin' visited over the weekend. Always comforting to have her here...close...over on the couch, sost I can lay eyes on her. She stays busy, workin' and churchin' and lookin' after others. Quite a youngin. I sure am a lucky pap, to have two of 'em turn out so good.
I'm over the Super Bowl. My Giants won. My second-favorite team was on the losing end. I was proud for the gun-slinger kid from Miss-i-sip, but hated to see Brady knocked around. But the Pats' coach sure acted a fool at the end, running off with his tail tucked like that. Not very pro-like.
Got a phone call yestiddy from an old legislator friend, from my days in the lower House. He was laughing about Bro's column on the Bush rebate. He also said he sured missed our sis who departed this earthly hold recently. He knew her thru her outstanding banking career. I miss her too, somethin awful this week for some reason. Maybe she was sending out some heavenly vibe that I couldn't quite reel in. We were always connected thru the supernatural so I spect it's even more supernatural now. Least I believe so.
Ate over at Prattsville Saturday night. The catfish was better than usual and that's sayin' a mouthful. It was my third night in a row to eat fish--returning home for catfish after two days and nights at my bass fishin' cabin. Boy I love fishin. Speaking of which, my pal Jerry Mc is one of our inductees in the upcoming Hall of Fame class, which sends me and Peanut to a big fancy dinner in a couple of weeks. We have official duties there besides just eatin' and applaudin'. We "hold" the inductees in the green room before the big shindig kicks off. It's a big night. Besides the fishin' man, Tommy Tubberfield, Torri Hunter, Tod Day and lots of others will be there....with us...quite a night ahead.
Keep sending up a prayer for some buddies of mine. Locally, Roney and up at Little Rock, John G. They're both fightin' hard and they could use a prayer or two. I sure hate it when my friends are down. Bums me to the hilt.
Don't know much else. Quiet out here on the Redfield Road. I know winter will make one more run...kinda like a good basketball team having that one "run" left in 'em...but I also know I'll be mowing grass soon. Or as Don Wells used to say, "mowering the grass." Time sure flies, more than ever seems like, but that's okay cause I sure am surrounded by pleasant souls and two sweet puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. Me and Peanut just sit and hold them and that's pretty special. Gets my mind off what I talked about earlier, few paragraphs up, you know, 'bout sis and how much we all miss her. She sure as heck deserved a better shake and I aim to ask the Good Lord about all that one day. But she'll probably head me off if I get a little too vocal--she always did know how to do that. Just smile and look at you, lettin' you down easy, knowin' you'd said enough.
Happy Valentine's. Me and Peanut are headed north to the big city to have one of them $200 steaks. Lots to spend, but worth every cent. The piano player and John, our favorite waiter, make us feel right at home in our favorite restaurant. I like Valentine's Day--comes and goes without all the Christmas-type hassles.
That's all for this time, til' next time, thanks for your time.
I'm over the Super Bowl. My Giants won. My second-favorite team was on the losing end. I was proud for the gun-slinger kid from Miss-i-sip, but hated to see Brady knocked around. But the Pats' coach sure acted a fool at the end, running off with his tail tucked like that. Not very pro-like.
Got a phone call yestiddy from an old legislator friend, from my days in the lower House. He was laughing about Bro's column on the Bush rebate. He also said he sured missed our sis who departed this earthly hold recently. He knew her thru her outstanding banking career. I miss her too, somethin awful this week for some reason. Maybe she was sending out some heavenly vibe that I couldn't quite reel in. We were always connected thru the supernatural so I spect it's even more supernatural now. Least I believe so.
Ate over at Prattsville Saturday night. The catfish was better than usual and that's sayin' a mouthful. It was my third night in a row to eat fish--returning home for catfish after two days and nights at my bass fishin' cabin. Boy I love fishin. Speaking of which, my pal Jerry Mc is one of our inductees in the upcoming Hall of Fame class, which sends me and Peanut to a big fancy dinner in a couple of weeks. We have official duties there besides just eatin' and applaudin'. We "hold" the inductees in the green room before the big shindig kicks off. It's a big night. Besides the fishin' man, Tommy Tubberfield, Torri Hunter, Tod Day and lots of others will be there....with us...quite a night ahead.
Keep sending up a prayer for some buddies of mine. Locally, Roney and up at Little Rock, John G. They're both fightin' hard and they could use a prayer or two. I sure hate it when my friends are down. Bums me to the hilt.
Don't know much else. Quiet out here on the Redfield Road. I know winter will make one more run...kinda like a good basketball team having that one "run" left in 'em...but I also know I'll be mowing grass soon. Or as Don Wells used to say, "mowering the grass." Time sure flies, more than ever seems like, but that's okay cause I sure am surrounded by pleasant souls and two sweet puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. Me and Peanut just sit and hold them and that's pretty special. Gets my mind off what I talked about earlier, few paragraphs up, you know, 'bout sis and how much we all miss her. She sure as heck deserved a better shake and I aim to ask the Good Lord about all that one day. But she'll probably head me off if I get a little too vocal--she always did know how to do that. Just smile and look at you, lettin' you down easy, knowin' you'd said enough.
Happy Valentine's. Me and Peanut are headed north to the big city to have one of them $200 steaks. Lots to spend, but worth every cent. The piano player and John, our favorite waiter, make us feel right at home in our favorite restaurant. I like Valentine's Day--comes and goes without all the Christmas-type hassles.
That's all for this time, til' next time, thanks for your time.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
...and the call the wind...
The winter wind storm hit here yesterday, Tuesday, and it caused a little excitement. A tree blew across the power line and shorted things out for a spell. The tree caught fire, sparks flew, squirrels ran and Reddy Kilowatt boys came in for quick repairs. The dogs spooked over the howling winds, up to 50-plus mph, but everything settled by dusky dark.
Triple L phoned to say I needed to update the blog and the wind storm was the best news I had. I did spend Monday on the river west of here, floating and chunkin' for Kentucks with my old pal, who also recently retired. It had been a spell since we floated down-river and it was fun. Cold, but fun, and we only had two pullovers, where we had to exit the MonArk and pull over logs and junk.
I guess a float trip is about the best tonic I know. Seeing the fish come up in the clear water to gulp down the crankbait. They are beautiful creatures and the outings bring back such a rush of memories, of long-ago days with Pap in the old wooden boat. I remember one cold winter day, just the two of us, him paddlin' and me chunkin', the water so cold that ice formed on my reel early-on, but unnoticable as the first few casts netted two handsome three-pounders. The river just keeps on giving, making me happy and letting me remember so many good things. I miss ole Pap something awful sometimes. Maybe I've had him on my mind a lot more lately after finding some precious old photos of him and Momma. I even found the courthouse receits from his last purchase of poll taxes for him and Momma. They had to pay two bucks apiece to vote back then and today, well, people don't even seem to wanna go vote and it's free. Spect folks might appreciate something a little more iffin they pay for it. I had an old friend once who told me never to give away my talent--that folks would appreciate it more if you charged for it. Spect there was a grain of truth in that.
I'll cut this short. Gotta go have my eyes examed. Think I'm due for some new glasses--ones I've had for a spell a bit scratched. I'm hard on glasses. My buddies kid me about having so many pairs of sunglasses in the Chevy, but I lose em and sit on em and generally just beat em to pieces. I wear contacts and this helps, but every once in a while I have to take em out and give the eyeballs a rest.
Say a little prayer if you will for my grandson. He's been under the weather and is fighting back. He's a tough little booger and smart as a whip. I'll be checking on him in a minute or two, seeing if the pesky fever is down.
I hope these ramblings satisfy Triple L up in the hills. She's the one who rang up and said I needed to "refresh" the blog. I got work ahead, connected with the Feb. 5 election. I voted "early" yesterday and the lines were already long. I won't say how I voted, but I sure hope she wins.
That's all for this time...til next time, thanks for your time. (This is my new signoff. I used it years ago when I broadcast the Sheridan Yellow Jacket football games. It was a long time ago and I think I stole those lines from Jack Buck, but I don't really remember. I said it was a long time ago.)
Triple L phoned to say I needed to update the blog and the wind storm was the best news I had. I did spend Monday on the river west of here, floating and chunkin' for Kentucks with my old pal, who also recently retired. It had been a spell since we floated down-river and it was fun. Cold, but fun, and we only had two pullovers, where we had to exit the MonArk and pull over logs and junk.
I guess a float trip is about the best tonic I know. Seeing the fish come up in the clear water to gulp down the crankbait. They are beautiful creatures and the outings bring back such a rush of memories, of long-ago days with Pap in the old wooden boat. I remember one cold winter day, just the two of us, him paddlin' and me chunkin', the water so cold that ice formed on my reel early-on, but unnoticable as the first few casts netted two handsome three-pounders. The river just keeps on giving, making me happy and letting me remember so many good things. I miss ole Pap something awful sometimes. Maybe I've had him on my mind a lot more lately after finding some precious old photos of him and Momma. I even found the courthouse receits from his last purchase of poll taxes for him and Momma. They had to pay two bucks apiece to vote back then and today, well, people don't even seem to wanna go vote and it's free. Spect folks might appreciate something a little more iffin they pay for it. I had an old friend once who told me never to give away my talent--that folks would appreciate it more if you charged for it. Spect there was a grain of truth in that.
I'll cut this short. Gotta go have my eyes examed. Think I'm due for some new glasses--ones I've had for a spell a bit scratched. I'm hard on glasses. My buddies kid me about having so many pairs of sunglasses in the Chevy, but I lose em and sit on em and generally just beat em to pieces. I wear contacts and this helps, but every once in a while I have to take em out and give the eyeballs a rest.
Say a little prayer if you will for my grandson. He's been under the weather and is fighting back. He's a tough little booger and smart as a whip. I'll be checking on him in a minute or two, seeing if the pesky fever is down.
I hope these ramblings satisfy Triple L up in the hills. She's the one who rang up and said I needed to "refresh" the blog. I got work ahead, connected with the Feb. 5 election. I voted "early" yesterday and the lines were already long. I won't say how I voted, but I sure hope she wins.
That's all for this time...til next time, thanks for your time. (This is my new signoff. I used it years ago when I broadcast the Sheridan Yellow Jacket football games. It was a long time ago and I think I stole those lines from Jack Buck, but I don't really remember. I said it was a long time ago.)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Ain't Nothin' Easy
Little wonder that I like doing business with Bass Pro in Missouri. You order something, either by computer or phone, and it's on your doorstep next morning. No hassle, no mess, no loose ends a-danglin.
I bring this up because of two things. I tried to purchase the Ark-Ga. cage game the other night off my Dish network. I phoned at 5 and they said no problem, the game airing at 6, and it would be on. My cost about $10. Well, you guessed it, when gametime arrives nothing. I called again. The man said hold the line and he'd check. After 15 minutes, this man in the Phillipines (I finally asked where he was located because of heavy accent and our inability to communicate) asked, "This should be on your TV, it is NBA game right?" I knew then I was in deep you know what. After 20 minutes and his failure to locate a supervisor, I hung up with him telling me I would be charged even tho the game did not come on. I hang up, phone back to the same number, a nice lady (also in the Phillipines) says they'll remove the charge. I doubt that this will happen, however, and I think I'm in for several months of wrangling with Dish over the charge.
Then, the following day, I try to order the Democrat-Gaz to the house. Nice man on the phone, seemed in tune with it all, but the next morning I trudged down to the old house 200 yards to the south, in the rain, to pick up my new paper. Oh well, back to the phones.
Nothin' seems easy any more.
My last dilemma...my favorite teams in pro football are the Giants and Pats...well, guess I can't lose in the Super Bowl. Eli really has become a good quarterback but still no match for Brady. Giants defense is better, tho, and it ought to be a great game.
Huge snowfalls up north bodes well for my fishing prospects this summer. Big snowmelts mean flooded Mississippi River which means the White River Refuge in south Arkansas, near my fishing cabin, will also flood, and this is good for our remote lakes where the big bass live. Can't wait...been working on my tackle box in these cold months.
I bring this up because of two things. I tried to purchase the Ark-Ga. cage game the other night off my Dish network. I phoned at 5 and they said no problem, the game airing at 6, and it would be on. My cost about $10. Well, you guessed it, when gametime arrives nothing. I called again. The man said hold the line and he'd check. After 15 minutes, this man in the Phillipines (I finally asked where he was located because of heavy accent and our inability to communicate) asked, "This should be on your TV, it is NBA game right?" I knew then I was in deep you know what. After 20 minutes and his failure to locate a supervisor, I hung up with him telling me I would be charged even tho the game did not come on. I hang up, phone back to the same number, a nice lady (also in the Phillipines) says they'll remove the charge. I doubt that this will happen, however, and I think I'm in for several months of wrangling with Dish over the charge.
Then, the following day, I try to order the Democrat-Gaz to the house. Nice man on the phone, seemed in tune with it all, but the next morning I trudged down to the old house 200 yards to the south, in the rain, to pick up my new paper. Oh well, back to the phones.
Nothin' seems easy any more.
My last dilemma...my favorite teams in pro football are the Giants and Pats...well, guess I can't lose in the Super Bowl. Eli really has become a good quarterback but still no match for Brady. Giants defense is better, tho, and it ought to be a great game.
Huge snowfalls up north bodes well for my fishing prospects this summer. Big snowmelts mean flooded Mississippi River which means the White River Refuge in south Arkansas, near my fishing cabin, will also flood, and this is good for our remote lakes where the big bass live. Can't wait...been working on my tackle box in these cold months.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
"Is That Joy?"
"Is that Joy?"
Part of the Saturday afternoon was spent watching Buzzard's wonderful VCR tape, the one with old family "films" from yesteryear. What a treat. I was captivated by old faces and I hope to watch it again and again.
It was weird. I had forgotten how mother talked, how she "sounded" and it was so wonderful to sit and listen to her lengthy "interview" with her beloved Buzz, her story of how she and her Speck family arrived in Arkansas on the wagon.
She talked about how she and Dad borrowed Uncle Carney's car to go to an FFA party during Harold's high school years. They were planning on walking to town for the event because they walked about everywhere, she recalled. "If it was too far to walk" Daddy didn't go, she said with a laugh. Sounds like Daddy.
But they went in the borrowed car and came out of the party only to discover that all four of their tires were missing. She remembers the sheriff caught the culprits and rounded up Carney and Aunt Kate's tires the next day. I bet Aunt Kate was doing some loud, serious complaining to the sheriff, don't you know.
But the "film" is wonderful, a grainy old look back, how much we loved each other--you can see it in all of the millions of smiles, everybody always smiling. The wonderful photos of Nita and good looking Lee Ester and those three "perfect" little kids. Tommy was so handsome, in his white jacket, and Karen had to be the cutest little girl in the world. And Buzzard, always in motion, spinning and twisting and blowing out birthday candles.
The old house, which seems to tiny now, was plenty big for all of us in the Christmas shots, Karen standing next to Pap to help him with the presents. And Leslie sitting with her idols, Laura and Sandi...and Eric and Scott and all of 'em in their cool sunglasses.
Even Brother Ted Herscher, Daddy's favorite preacher, is riding a bike with Nita and Lee's kids and ends up juggling. I didn't remember him being so talented.
But I'm so glad Buzz saved this stuff and put it together--much of it to timely tunes--because it lifted me so high this day, seeing Momma and Daddy again, and Joy and Brother and Lee. In the interview, Mom hears a noise outside and leans into the camera. "Is that Joy?" she asks excitedly. She was so excited, speechless, to know Joy had dropped in...just like we all were.
I'll close now...little choked up. Guess I said all I can say right now.
Part of the Saturday afternoon was spent watching Buzzard's wonderful VCR tape, the one with old family "films" from yesteryear. What a treat. I was captivated by old faces and I hope to watch it again and again.
It was weird. I had forgotten how mother talked, how she "sounded" and it was so wonderful to sit and listen to her lengthy "interview" with her beloved Buzz, her story of how she and her Speck family arrived in Arkansas on the wagon.
She talked about how she and Dad borrowed Uncle Carney's car to go to an FFA party during Harold's high school years. They were planning on walking to town for the event because they walked about everywhere, she recalled. "If it was too far to walk" Daddy didn't go, she said with a laugh. Sounds like Daddy.
But they went in the borrowed car and came out of the party only to discover that all four of their tires were missing. She remembers the sheriff caught the culprits and rounded up Carney and Aunt Kate's tires the next day. I bet Aunt Kate was doing some loud, serious complaining to the sheriff, don't you know.
But the "film" is wonderful, a grainy old look back, how much we loved each other--you can see it in all of the millions of smiles, everybody always smiling. The wonderful photos of Nita and good looking Lee Ester and those three "perfect" little kids. Tommy was so handsome, in his white jacket, and Karen had to be the cutest little girl in the world. And Buzzard, always in motion, spinning and twisting and blowing out birthday candles.
The old house, which seems to tiny now, was plenty big for all of us in the Christmas shots, Karen standing next to Pap to help him with the presents. And Leslie sitting with her idols, Laura and Sandi...and Eric and Scott and all of 'em in their cool sunglasses.
Even Brother Ted Herscher, Daddy's favorite preacher, is riding a bike with Nita and Lee's kids and ends up juggling. I didn't remember him being so talented.
But I'm so glad Buzz saved this stuff and put it together--much of it to timely tunes--because it lifted me so high this day, seeing Momma and Daddy again, and Joy and Brother and Lee. In the interview, Mom hears a noise outside and leans into the camera. "Is that Joy?" she asks excitedly. She was so excited, speechless, to know Joy had dropped in...just like we all were.
I'll close now...little choked up. Guess I said all I can say right now.
Friday, January 18, 2008
I cleared out previous posts, thought my many readers might be getting annoyed navigating thru all that chatter.
My news today to those interested is that my cancer screening Wed. came back all clear...the annual blood drawing etc. Always a comforting feeling to say the least. I always think of the Seinfeld episode, George getting news from his cancer doctor, the doctor saying the tests were negative, and George going crazy. He thought negative meant bad and he's got a point when you think about it. But the news was good.
Been three years now since the big surgery and almost a year since my knee work. My buddy Dragline had one of his knees cut on yesterday and I feel for him...it'll be a tough three months but it sure is nice when it's over.
Not much else to report. Redfield Road crew doing pretty good although Yankee sister-n-law still a bit sniffly. We're watching over her.
Got my big lawnmower in the shop, getting a few things fixed before the grass emerges. Lots of grass to mow, even went down the road to cut Mable's last fall. Hated seeing her place go to the dogs...she wouldn't have liked her yard lookin' like that. I miss her.
Got all my yo-yo's and trotlines ready...headin' to Lake Ouachita when my bud Broadhead gets back from a visit to his daughter's up north. We aim to land us some big crappies.
Been workin' out at the gym. Pretty bad when I'm the youngest in there, but I'm trying to shape up in time for spring-summer sports. Feelin' better already, too.
Heading up to the big boat show...searching for another outboard motor. Got plenty, but need another one bad. It ought to be fun.
My book sales are still good....huge full=page ad coming out this quarter (this month) in U of A alumni magazine, touting the book etc...the ad reaching several hundred thousand folks. You can buy more if you like by webbing up Phoenixbase.com. That's a neat website. Or you can phone me for details.
Gotta run...dog's a howlin
My news today to those interested is that my cancer screening Wed. came back all clear...the annual blood drawing etc. Always a comforting feeling to say the least. I always think of the Seinfeld episode, George getting news from his cancer doctor, the doctor saying the tests were negative, and George going crazy. He thought negative meant bad and he's got a point when you think about it. But the news was good.
Been three years now since the big surgery and almost a year since my knee work. My buddy Dragline had one of his knees cut on yesterday and I feel for him...it'll be a tough three months but it sure is nice when it's over.
Not much else to report. Redfield Road crew doing pretty good although Yankee sister-n-law still a bit sniffly. We're watching over her.
Got my big lawnmower in the shop, getting a few things fixed before the grass emerges. Lots of grass to mow, even went down the road to cut Mable's last fall. Hated seeing her place go to the dogs...she wouldn't have liked her yard lookin' like that. I miss her.
Got all my yo-yo's and trotlines ready...headin' to Lake Ouachita when my bud Broadhead gets back from a visit to his daughter's up north. We aim to land us some big crappies.
Been workin' out at the gym. Pretty bad when I'm the youngest in there, but I'm trying to shape up in time for spring-summer sports. Feelin' better already, too.
Heading up to the big boat show...searching for another outboard motor. Got plenty, but need another one bad. It ought to be fun.
My book sales are still good....huge full=page ad coming out this quarter (this month) in U of A alumni magazine, touting the book etc...the ad reaching several hundred thousand folks. You can buy more if you like by webbing up Phoenixbase.com. That's a neat website. Or you can phone me for details.
Gotta run...dog's a howlin
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