The Walking Dad

It’s obvious I have to wait to die until after everyone else in my house. Otherwise, every light will be left on for all eternity.

My dad used to say that I could leave on all of the lights whenever I started paying the bills.

That time has long since arrived.

There’s a clarity that’s bestowed upon you once you’re responsible for paying the bills. Clarity that eludes, even avoids, you before the utility and other statements start showing up in the mailbox ...

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A Small Town

You learn things when you grow up in a small town. Things you don’t learn if you grow up anywhere else. Things that are special.

I was born in a small town. But I didn’t stay. I left for the same reasons other folks leave their hometown. Education, better jobs, and the perception of more fun.

You don’t think about what you give up when you leave a small town. Things that cost nothing, but are worth a lot.

Ashdown, Arkansas, was like ...

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Let It Snow

It didn’t snow much in Ashdown, Arkansas in the 1960s. It doesn’t snow there much now. But when it did, and when it does, kids there know exactly what to do.

Beg their moms to make snow ice cream.

It was my mother who showed my sister and me that you could make ice cream out of snow. That may have been one of the biggest regrets of our mom’s life. Every winter snowfall until we left home, we begged her to ...

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Clause For Alarm

As a kid, I thought that every family did exactly the same things ours did. That included what and how we did Christmas.

Turned out, there were two ways to approach collecting your loot. That is to say, seeing what Santa brought. One, which was more traditional, was waiting until Christmas morning like they do in the movies.

The other was having all of the festivities on Christmas Eve.

I truly felt sorry for the kids who had to wait until Christmas morning, ...

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Over The River

When you first learn to drive, there are a few things that are, shall we say, intimidating.

For me, there was parallel parking and changing lanes at high speeds. Both of which were challenging in a 1971 Buick Electra 225 Limited, which was one of Detroit’s longer offerings. Seemed to be the length of a Greyhound Bus and almost required an airport tarmac to turn it around.

Driving from my hometown of Ashdown, Arkansas, to the twin cities of Texarkana, Arkansas and ...

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