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Some moments are worth cherishing; others not so much

Being a parent is hard. It’s a job filled with ups and downs and twists and turns, like a wild roller coaster ride. Sometimes you end up upside down hanging on for dear life, just praying you … more

What kind of judge?

As a trial judge of many years, I have a great many memories of interesting things which have happened in court proceedings. Many of my close relatives have a favorite among the many stories I have … more

The steer dilemma

When I was a senior in high school in Frederick, Oklahoma, my dad and brother purchased 100 head of Louisiana steers, and put them on our family farm northeast of town. The farm had been leased out … more

The lightning strike

While I was stationed at Naval Air Force (NAF) Detroit, I was assigned to the Reserve Aircraft Intermediary Maintenance Department (RAIMD) where I was the Assistant Work Center Supervisor of the … more

A lifetime of automobiles

After putting up with grabby brakes and no class for about a year, we decided to buy a new car. After all, Kay had graduated from college and landed her first job as a school teacher with a contract … more

The life of Riley

When I didn’t have to work on the weekend, my friend Lizard and I would go to Pinetamare to go horseback riding. We’d been going there long enough that we no longer had to give the stable … more

A lifetime of automobiles

This car had been owned by Mrs. Boaz, a lady in Frederick who had only driven it a few miles and had taken immaculate care of it. She had traded it for a 1955 model and my dad snapped up the … more

A lifetime of automobiles

I grew up as the third of four boys in a very mechanical family during the post-World War II era, surrounded by things mechanical, from tractors and farm machinery, to trucks and automobiles. I … more

Calabrese trucks rule the roads in Naples

When I was stationed in Italy one of the great annoyances was the big Calabrese trucks. They took up entire roads and the drivers didn’t care who else was around. The Calabrese is like a dump … more

A friend from home

I spent much of my time at Millington unbearably homesick. I don’t think I realized that I wouldn’t be going home. Boot camp seemed like summer camp to me. It was exciting to be away from … more

Potatoes, graduation and more potatoes

My second week of Boot Camp was going along swimmingly. I’m having the time of my life. It’s like going to summer camp. We’re getting settled in and it’s time to be assigned … more

Truckin’ vacation

Like most boys who grew up on a farm, I have always been involved with trucks. I learned to drive farm trucks when I was about twelve or thirteen, and drove a truck all the way to Wyoming when I was … more

Doing aerial oga

I recently discovered the art of flying and it wasn’t in a plane. In fact, it was in a small cool room wrapped in silk. This may be an odd image to decipher, so let me explain. My boyfriend … more

Chasing cats is not my favorite pastime

Some of you have probably already seen this story on my Facebook page, but it was too good not to share again. I arrived home from covering the Miss Frederick Pageant — and let me just say … more

Still moving

In 2005, I wrote a vignette about moving, in which I summarized all the moves I have made in my life, up to that point. I assumed that our moving was finished, but, as might be expected, we continued … more

Groundhog for supper

My dad has been a hunter for as long as I can remember. It helped fill our freezer many times. There was one such time he decided to go hunting on his uncle’s farm, a place where I first … more

One of a kind

My wife, Katherine Ann Barnett, more commonly known in our community as Kay to her adult friends, and as Mrs. Barnett to all her former kindergarten students, is widely known among all who know her … more

Big brother James

My closest companion, best friend, and most common pugilistic combatant as a kid was my older brother James. Even though we are both now in our seventies, we are still very dear friends. James was … more

Food is the way to the heart

For as long as I can remember I’ve loved to cook and bake. One of my earliest and fondest memories is standing on a chair in the kitchen with my dad baking oatmeal cookies. I was about 12 when … more

The apology

Many important lessons I have learned in life have been rather expensive, either in terms of money or time expended, or by the suffering of great humiliation. I shall attempt to relate a learning … more
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