“And if that doesn’t work, get a bigger hammer.” ~ My Dad. My sister, Pat, has long been my cheerleader. Years ago when I was first dating Karin, Pat boasted on my behalf. “Robb can fix anything,” she said. “Really,”… Continue Reading
“Do you have your glasses on you?” Karin asks. Before I can check, she reaches into my shirt pocket, plucks them out, puts them on, and peruses the content label on a bag of chips. We’re both waiting in line… Continue Reading
Karin and I are out on our morning walk, and a truck speeds by. “I bet they’re going to work on the fence,” Karin says. “Whose fence?” I ask. “You know.… Down there,” she waves her arm, “near the end… Continue Reading
An old law-school adage says there’s three phases of your college career. First, they scare you to death. Next they work you to death, and finally they bore you to death. The graduation ceremony, a last gasp to pack some… Continue Reading
Grandma squashed scorpions with her bare feet. But then, she was a Texan. Years ago, Mom said, we were visiting Grandma’s place, and I was sitting in Mom’s lap. She was dressing me and reached for my toddler-shoe when a… Continue Reading
The first time I met my future mother-in-law, she was visiting Karin, her youngest daughter. The two of them were sitting in the commons, the dining area of my college’s dormitories. I’d seen Karin on campus—a striking blonde—and decided it… Continue Reading
My home office is a superfund cleanup site. It’s a problem. Company’s coming soon, and you can see the disaster through our French doors. Boxes full of toxic tax-paperwork are stacked on my immobile treadmill. Next to them are the “Towers,”… Continue Reading
“Theeeey’re heeeere….” -Carol Anne Freeling, Poltergeist In 1982 a Poltergeist crawled from a static-filled television screen to terrorize a family. Times have changed. Now TV is 24/7, and you can watch it on your cell. The Portal to Evil is now portable,… Continue Reading
My 80-year-old dad is a retired oilman from Bakersfield. He came of age around wheeler-dealers, some of them so crooked, he says, “You didn’t bury them when they died. You screwed them into the ground…. These were guys who’d shake… Continue Reading
Thanks to my wife, half of the shoes I own now have high heels. This was done in the name of a worthwhile event, Walk a Mile in Her Shoes. Or So It Seems…. But there’s something really odd here.… Continue Reading
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