Monthly Archives: July 2017

sometimes you just have to scream

There’s a terrifying scream. And then there’s a football in lane 6. That means he’ll be here soon. I’m running on the track, and today there’s a great show on the “Please Stay Off the Grass” field. Two guys — … Continue reading

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the fast guy

It’s hot. I’m tired. He’s fast. I’m back at the track as the weather starts to climb back to hell temperatures. Just toodling while keeping the heart on the top end of aerobic without going threshold. And then he shows up. … Continue reading

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why i was never an obit writer. a photo essay. 

Bernell “Doc” Smith was born on the family farm in Mereta (I have no idea where he was actually born?) to Oscar and Lillian Smith. He was your average farm kid, sharing adventures with his brother and their dog Tuffy, … Continue reading

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Life is funny, part 375

Life is funny. The phone rang at 5:59 p.m. yesterday. It was him. I was knee-deep in the Trifecta of Doom, editing three particularly intense newspapers at once. One of those nights when you don’t drink much water because you … Continue reading

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smith boy chronicles, june 2017

  smith boys in their natural environment. advantage of hanging with a guy who’s been everywhere in west texas too many times to count? when you lose your cap, he gives you an extra from jay’s hamburgers in menard. because. … Continue reading

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