Mares Eat Oats
“Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?” Hi. My name is Wayne. I am sixty-four years old. And in this moment, I realized the kid is a baby goat. Not a child. Not some strange little ankle biter…
Snail Farts, Silver Cups, and Openus Wallettus
Somewhere between my coffee and my better judgment, my phone coughed up another miracle cure. This one was dressed real nice. It had ancient Egypt in one pocket, medieval Europe in the other, and enough confidence to make a used-car salesman blush. The…
Trying to Find Their Way Home
Pull up a chair. This one is being written by your old uncle, the one you rarely speak to, and that may be too bad because you might have missed something. He is a little strange, sure. Around here, we call him Disco Grandpa. He has been known to chair…
Just Another Day
If it can be messed up, I will manage to do it. I do not say that as a complaint. At this point in life, it is almost a skill set. Some people have hobbies, whereas I have field experience in things going sideways. This morning started early. Not noble…
Trying To Find Their Way Home
Pull up a chair. This one is being written by your old uncle, the one you rarely speak to, and that may be too bad because you might have missed something. He is a little strange, sure. Around here we call him Disco Grandpa. He has been known to chair…
The Meal Is Not A Dare
Folks some of you know that some foods walk into the room wearing costumes. Meat can be the sideways gunslinger. It is not always the villain, but it does need watching. Too much swagger, too often, and suddenly the plate starts looking like a standoff,…