Nearly every year we butcher chickens. It’s one of my mom’s hobbies, and that should scare you even though it doesn’t scare me. I just figure that she saves up all her anger and frustration, and gets it all out of her system once a year by viciously slaughtering a few helpless chickens. Better them … More Butchering Chickens
I guess jalopies are something of a family tradition around our house. I’m not sure why – maybe it has something to do with that old proverb about how carpenters’ roofs always leak and doctors’ wives die young: my dad is a mechanic, so maybe for us to drive reliable cars would be a waste … More The Death of a Car
I got the impression that they were enjoying themselves a little too much. Maybe it was because of that fiendish look on Luke’s face, or the way he was gleefully putting about three rounds a second into that old piano. Or the way Joe was using the first .22 he ever owned, saying that it … More To Break a Piano
I’ve been thinking about how the bathroom situation at our house has developed over the years. For 10 years or so we only had one bathroom for 11 people. It wasn’t that bad during the day, but near bedtime you’d have a whole line of people stretched across the kitchen. Rush hour, we called it. … More Bathroom Stuff
You may have heard the Ray Stevens song The Streak. If you haven’t, you should go listen to it. It’s a great song – a typical Ray Stevens song. Anyway, in my family, once in a while someone will use the line from that song – “Don’t look, Ethel!” – kind of as a way … More Don’t Look, Ethel!!
Now, at least in our house, Freihofers chocolate chip cookies aren’t really considered the ultimate dessert. But when there’s nothing else sweet in the house, they’ll do just fine. And even if there is other stuff, they still get eaten. We know someone who used to get outdated baked goods from the nearest Freihofers – … More Cookies, Anyone?
S’mores aren’t a food. I know, I know. How can I say that a concoction of graham crackers, chocolate, and roasted marshmallow isn’t a food? It isn’t. Allow me to explain. S’mores need a special environment in order to be created. The two main requirements are a campfire, and several young children. The scenario usually … More S’mores (The Short Stories Series)
I hate practice rooms. And it’s not the strange stains that seem to abound on practice room rugs and walls, or the even stranger smells that linger in practice rooms that are the main sources of my dislike. It is simply that every time I’m in a practice room, I feel like an exhibit at … More Summer Practicing (The Short Stories Series)
Joe says I should title this “Teamwork”, as it shows how being aware and ready to act at all times can sometimes give better results than any pre-planned situation could. I insist that Never Trust Any Brothers fits it better. And I’m writing it, so I get to pick the title. It was a Saturday … More Never Trust … ANY Brothers (The Short Stories Series)
Luke and John were selling sawdust. I don’t remember how much they got per bag, but they seemed to have a lot of sales. They kept the bags of sawdust in the “attic” of their shop. It wasn’t really an attic, just a large piece of plywood nailed up on some of the collar ties. … More NEVER TRUST… Older Brothers (The Short Stories Series)