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Third time is charm—but not always . . .
In March of 1969, I had the privilege of taking a 13-month tour of South Vietnam with all expenses paid—my tour began in the the capital city of Saigon and ended at Da Nang Air Base in April of 1970....
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A letter to Hattie, my sister . . .
Dear Hattie, Writing to you is a bit awkward for me because I have no way of knowing your age, or even knowing whether you have progressed in age since your death. I believe you have, because I believe...
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19th Street South, Elmer, and a hamburger steak . . .
At some time in my preteen years, one of my sisters—the pretty one, the one named Lorene—married a man named Elmer, a tall slow-walking slow-talking quick-thinking fellow that would come to figure...
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19th Street South—a goose for Thanksgiving . . .
The word goose in the above title is not intended to be a verb, one that refers to the application of one’s hand, normally using the middle digit, to the derriere of another person, a motion that can...
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The day I lost my marbles . . .
Many years ago in Columbus, Mississippi, at the corner of Fourth Street South and Ninth Avenue South there was a large colonial style two-story house with stately columns and a balcony, a house...
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The purloined watermelon . . .
Some years ago I had a friend, a relative by marriage, one that I loved and felt as close to as I did my only brother—closer, in fact, given the fact that I knew him longer and better than I did my...
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A tale of two sisters: Spain, Topless, Dallas, & Virginia . . .
A tale of two sisters: Spain, Topless, Dallas, & Virginia . . . The following e-mail was sent by my youngest daughter on her return to Dallas from Spain and other European countries to one of her...
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Oh, no! Not another blond joke . . .
Oh, no! not another blond joke . . . On a memorable March morning in a small country church the preacher ascended his pulpit and looked out over the congregation, and his gaze came to rest on the...
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What’s a paraprosdokian? Does anyone know? Does anyone care?
I learned a new word today, thanks to my son-in-law that lives and works in Plano, Texas and consistently maintains that he is heavily overburdened with work in his position in a prodigious law firm,...
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Revisit: The day I lost my marbles . . .
I originally posted this story in July of 2010. I came across it while browsing today and enjoyed it so much that I decided to share it with the multitudes of people that overlooked it. I know they...
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