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  • Don't go watering with two friends

    Old sayings often end up being right on the mark.

    One of them which I know to be true is, “Two’s company and three’s a crowd.”

    When two friends get together, they can sort out whether to attempt some undertaking or decide on a different approach.

    Three people get into a bind because, two agree and the third one just follows along until a falling out occurs.

    When I reached the age of a responsible teenager, one of my jobs was seeing to a herd of Black Angus cattle on our farm just below Bell Town.

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  • Common ground is hard to find

    These days, common ground is hard to come by.

    So when you find a patch of it, you like the feel of it under your bare feet.

    A while back, one morning in Sunday School, I found some common ground.

    A gentleman I once worked for told me although he grew up in Atlanta, the antics of young boys here and there in the 1940s were pretty similar.

    Bless Pete, I reckon he had a fondness for old cardboard refrigerator boxes, too.

    It made me smile.

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  • I struck a match to Mama's trust

    Bless Pete, Saturday was finally here. After a tough week, I was ready for a trip to the picture show.

    These weekend adventures had become a big deal for me. I had finally reached the “age of trust.”

    That meant I was now old enough to walk uptown by myself and go to the Saturday morning show without an adult chaperon.

    However, Mama’s general definition of trust was somewhat different.

    “That means you’re old enough to have good sense about some things,” she said.

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  • I don't hoard, I just forget

    I can identify with the folks on this new cable television show who have an inability to part with belongings they should’ve thrown out long ago.

    At one time, I conceived a plan to sort our accumulated junk and haul it off to the green boxes by the racetrack on a regular basis.

    However, since retirement, that’s kind of got shoved to the back of the drawer, so to speak.

    Of course, I can’t blame anybody else. I have fallen down on my job.

    But in my defense, stuff just looks different now.

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  • Snowfall hones my skills at shoveling

    I’ve been in southern Maryland for several weeks now.

    After what happened here on Wednesday, I may be snowed-bound for a spell.

    Christmas was white from an earlier snowfall, but folks were able to navigate.

    Sand and salt trucks and snow plows were busy. The roads cleared, even in neighborhoods, schoolchildren didn’t miss a day of reading, writing or arithmetic. But all that has changed. An additional 2 foot of snow has everything here almost at a standstill.

    It sort of reminds me of Lancaster.

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  • In some ways, the old ways are still better

    Plasma televisions, Charlie Duke walking on the moon, computers, Bluetooth cell phones and iPods are proof that the world is a more technical place now than it was when I was a boy.

    Yes sir, folks are smarter.

    But at the same time, we’re a lot dumber, too.

    By today’s standards, it appears that we might not have enough sense to come in out of the rain.

    But I’ll bet anybody a marble sack full of Indian head brownies that our early life – even with its shortcomings – was better than modern folks give us credit.

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  • I forgot about my buried treasure

    In their heyday, Long John Silver, Blackbeard and Jesse James stole plenty of money and jewels.

    Bless Pete, somewhere out there are hundreds of old treasure maps with bloody directions scrawled on ’em as to where all those strong boxes are buried.

    That’s how you keep secrets from prying, greedy eyes.

    It seems foolish to bury good stuff, though, seeing how something always happens to prevent us from digging it up later.

    Sometimes, well-meaning folks will fill boxes with current information and plant it in places they call cornerstones.

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  • Ernest dreamed big, too

    I’ve always heard that our last thoughts or conversations before bedtime may come back to us in our dreams.

    There’s a good bit of truth to that.

    While visiting with family in Maryland on Jan. 17, I noticed the television newscasts were filled with film clips of the late Dr. Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. and the impact his life made.

    There were a lot of announcements of the many downtown activities going on in and around Washington, D.C., on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

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  • I'll let the old folks do the worrying

    Make-believe gives a growing boy the chance to take a magical trip where his imagination rules the roost.

    There are no illegal substances involved, and even better, there are no folks judging or finding fault with your choices.

    That’s the beauty of being a youngster.

    But no matter how hard we try, reality eventually sets in and we have to face the task of returning to the present.

    Try as we might, we just can’t click our heels together and wish change into being. It takes hard work and willpower to get things done.

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  • I will cry when our gas bill gets here

    Somehow during middle of the night, that blanket at the foot of the bed got pulled up snug around my shoulders.

    I felt all comfy and cozy until my feet touched the bare oak floor.

    Bless Pete, it’s cold.

    As I navigated toward the kitchen to flip on the coffee pot, my better half stirred.

    “Turn the heat up,” she said. “We have a baby in the house.”

    You know, I seriously doubt if that child was as frosty as great-grandmama.

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