Wit, Wisdom and Nostalgia from an Award-Winning Author

Does anybody do spring cleaning anymore? I’m talking about the old-fashioned, strip-the-house-and-scrub-everything kind that my grandmother tortured the entire family with back in the thirties and forties. Grandpa insisted that Grandma got a certain twinkle in her eye...

One of the most heroic efforts of World War II happened almost two years after the war ended. The Berlin airlift operated for only 11 months, but is credited with saving the lives of nearly 3 million people in a city devastated by the war. When Germany surrendered,...

(From the "PEOPLE" section of my book, page 220)   My wife’s sister has made it to the big time, sort of. At the very least she has received the fifteen minutes of fame that pop artist Andy Warhol predicted everyone on earth would get sometime during their...

It’s April and the bluebirds are back. This time every year they show up from wherever they spent the winter, and start flitting around with the finches and sparrows at the feeders. Eastern Bluebirds aren’t like the other birds that show up at our front door in the...

Something strange happened when the coronavirus hit. People stopped listening to the radio. I found out about this when I had to make a trip in the car the other day and heard the guy on the radio lamenting, “No one is listening anymore.” I guess that made sense....

The good news is, the clock in my car is on time. The bad news is, all the clocks in my house are an hour off. There’s a button on my car dash that says, “Clock.” Actually, it says, “Clk,” but I’m sure it means clock. You would think that pushing that button would...

  Does anyone play marbles anymore? When I was in grade school, not only did we play marbles, it also was a school competition. I had forgotten that until a week ago, when I returned to the small town in southern Missouri where I attended the third grade. We also...

I hadn’t seen the place since 1943, and it was still standing. Of course, it had long since been abandoned and had become all but invisible in the way empty and forgotten buildings do. A faded sign protruding from the front of the building creaked in the soft breeze...