Jack Nicholson looks across the table at Helen Hunt and agonizes to make a compliment. It is not hat he does not have one to give. He does. But, his character, Melvin, suffers a terrible misanthropic streak. He expresses disdain for nearly all human beings until he meets her, … Continue reading
Read MoreA little more than three years ago I posted this photo. The fellow in the photo would have been in this week’s Friday Photo. If there were water. After a prolonged drought there is no place to play. Hoping we receive enough water to enjoy the skill and … Continue reading
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“You never ask a woman her age,” so goes conventional wisdom. Today we will celebrate one of those milestone birthdays. Patty turns the new 40 today. Yes, you will have to guess as I plan not to threaten our weekend plans with a tell all. Happy Birthday Patty!
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On a foggy early Saturday morning twenty-four years ago we drove down Wheatland Road in Duncanville, Texas. Patty knew the baby was on the way. She had waited until almost too late to wake me. I may or may not have pushed the speed limit. There would be a … Continue reading
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