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smith boys breaking stuff

In our defense, they shouldn’t leave mallets next to shiny things. We were clearly set up. Luckily, my legal training (one season of watching L.A. Law until I realized Jimmy Smith spells his name Smits and therefore is likely NOT … Continue reading

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just don’t make my car wear a foo-foo vest

Her eyes were bright just like the stars But she drove a pickup said she hated cars — the prophet lyle lovett My brother has a chihuahua who hangs out with two big dogs. I know exactly how she feels … Continue reading

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brothers, part 6

I found your letter in my mailbox today You were just checkin’ if I was okay And if I still miss you Well you know what they say Just once in a very blue moon And I feel one comin’ … Continue reading

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chalk mark in a rain storm

Chalk art offers a good lesson. Life doesn’t last forever. Make it colorful while you can.

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bluebonnets

Growing up in Texas, you take bluebonnets for granted. They were a yearly subliminal reminder that summer vacation was just around the corner. As a kid who never made it past the Tejas border (where else would you go? oklahoma?) … Continue reading

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bluebonnets

with the sky blue sky this ride in time wouldn’t seem so bad to me i didn’t die i should be satisfied i survived it’s good enough for now — the prophet tweedy   We’re out looking for bluebonnets. Because … Continue reading

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the sherwood leafblower massacre. based on a true story.

It was a dark and stormy night. Skipper (in red) had persuaded Carolyn (in the ASU cap) to drive out to Sherwood. “Great courthouse,” he said. She was reluctant, but he was her brother. He would never steer her wrong. … Continue reading

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