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  • Modern police gadgets can't get rid of shoe funk

    I realize I shouldn’t write about stuff that I’ve never used.

    But I’m sorta fascinated about the recent incident were this fella was charged after getting 25 pounds of marijuana in the mail.

    Another area newspaper had an article where officers destroyed a marijuana patch with a street value in the thousands of dollars.

    To me, that stuff looks like a hybrid bunch of rabbit tobacco.

    Growing up, I don’t rightly recall anybody mentioning marijuana, much less smoking it.

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  • Skating was never my strongest quality

    I didn’t have very much to do with girls. They always wanted to play house, cook pretend stuff from mud and china berries and have us around to be a daddy for their dolls.

    You know, I sorta felt girls always had to prove they were better than the boys.

    That feeling was engraved in my head ever since Teen Roddey pulled me from the deep end of the city pool on Gay Street after I got all choked up, went under and just about drowned.

    Just my luck, about every boy I knew was at the pool that day. One fella called me a sissy because I was rescued by a girl.

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  • Double trouble has come to town

    Uncle Bob and Aunt Prunie are coming to visit us for a spell. I don’t mind that, but they’re bringing my two dreaded little cousins with them.

    That means there’s going to be a couple of real boogers in our house for a while. Yes sir, double trouble is on the way. I reckon they couldn’t find anybody willing to take the pair in during their absence.

    Things have been wide open around here. Since we got their postcard, we’ve been busy getting things straightened up.

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  • I think it's going to be a busy day

    We all yearn for a little relaxation. When it finally gets here, we search for an outlet to occupy the time that we have so eagerly awaited.

    In other words, what in the world are we gonna do to pass the time?

    Over the years, the government has enacted safety laws that prevent today’s young folks from enjoying a bunch of stuff I had fun experiencing.

    I’ll bet that out there somewhere, there’s some sort of rule or regulation that says you can’t lie on the grass and gaze into the heavens.

    As a youngster, I loved looking up.

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  • Gardening was meant to be simple

    One recent morning – as four or five snowflakes cast a film over the sidewalk – I relaxed with sips of hot coffee after reading the newspaper,  and pondered plans to wish my son, Blake, a happy birthday.

    You know, our second-born isn’t a little fella who romps through the house in muddy shoes on days like this any more.

    The years have flown by, or so it seems. Soon, I’ll be 76.

    Thank goodness, I happened across this newspaper article about folks growing vegetables in small plots.

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  • Uncle Harry was a good booger

    I was standing in the produce aisle at the grocery store digging through the banana table in search of a nice, ripe bunch.

    This fella comes up to me and clears his throat.

    “You Evans?” he asked.

    “Yep, that’s me,” I shot back. “What can I do for you?”

    “You sure are fascinated with boogers,” he gruffly said. “Seems to me that you like talking about them a right smart bit.”

    Well, yeah, I silently thought.

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  • Being a great grandpa is easy

    Close friends (and most folks in general) know that my wife and I have been blessed with a couple of great-grandchildren, one of each species.

    The little boy is 15 months old and the little girl joined the family about five months ago. He lives in Lancaster and she lives in Old Line State (that’s Maryland).

    Our granddaughter in Maryland is having a tough time finding a spot in an infant day care facility for her latest addition.

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  • Movies keep me up with the times

    As spring got warmer, things got busy with school and such.

    All of that reading, writing and arithmetic temporarily pushed back my plans to build a British Spitfire out of cardboard gleaned from behind the Parr Brothers’ Furniture store.

    I didn’t like it, but I had to wait until summer vacation to assemble my English fighter plane.   

    Now you may ask why I had my heart set on a British Spitfire. Well, why not?

    One  cold winter Saturday morning, I got lucky.

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  • Dull knife puts a burr beneath my saddle

    That warm sun has melted away the last traces of snow.

    Mama said the pear tree is starting to bud and the yellow belle bushes are showing some color.

    Why, even the ice man has a little hitch in his giddy-up from making more deliveries in our neighborhood.

    Given this little glimmer of warm weather, I had already been given orders to hose down the wooden lawn chairs stored in the plunder house and to rinse out the bird baths.

    There’s one thing for sure, I thought, as I lugged the chairs outside.

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  • Nothing compares to a new baseball glove and bat

    Some days, it pays to be in the right place at the right time. That’s when you hit the jackpot, like I had just done on a hot summer afternoon.

    Yes sir, my curious nature had turned into solid gold.

    I was walking along the railroad tracks between Market Street and the Depot when some men slid open the big doors on one of those black warehouses.

    Their actions got my full attention, seeing how I had never seen anyone going into one of those buildings before.

    I always wondered what, if anything, was stored inside.

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