Commencement

Here are my two biggest gripes with commencement addresses: they are usually too long and the speaker usually doesn’t actually address the graduates. I once sat through an hour and a half long commencement address. It was bad enough that it was overly lengthy (he even had supplemental material in the lobby because he just couldn’t get to it in a “reasonable time”), but the worst offense was that it had absolutely nothing to do with the graduating class (or even graduating in general). I also sat in the audience at a high school stadium as the state senator who gave the address completely failed to look at the graduating class (who sat to her left) even once. She addressed her remarks to those of us in the audience who weren’t, you know, graduating. Continue reading

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Every Day

I was usually the first to work every day at one job I had, so I was usually the one who unlocked the doors and turned off the alarm. I had an established routine: unlock the door, open it, slip quickly inside, turn off the alarm, and lock the door back (because we needed to stay secure, but mostly because I didn’t want to deal with people trying to sell me something). One morning at first seemed exactly like every other day, but one small thing changed everything. Continue reading

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Keep Away From My Daughter

Shortly after we discovered our first child would be a girl, I received sage advice from a co-worker. “Just remember,” he said, “little girls are God’s curse on men for being teenagers.” I laughed because I though he was joking. A moment later the laughter died in my throat. My mind raced ahead through the years to a moment when some boy would want to date my little girl. Continue reading

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Wedding Gifts

One of the things both my wife and I enjoyed about our tediously long engagement was registering for wedding gifts. Chrisie liked it because it was another step toward marriage. I liked it because I got to use the bar code scanner gun (and like every other guy pretended it was a gun and held it properly as I peered around aisles. Chrisie was so proud). We made sure to register for several inexpensive items so our friends, who were broke college students like us, could buy something if they wanted. We also registered for several small appliances, but in our naiveté didn’t register for anything over $50. Everything we registered for was something we needed or wanted. If only everyone had stuck to the list. Continue reading

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After the Flames

My absolute favorite place on my property is a large natural bowl formed by a long past sink hole. Three of the sides are steep (but not too steep to walk down) and the fourth is more of a gentle slope. They all provide the best sledding when it snows enough. It covers almost an acre of land and the bottom is more than twenty feet below the top. In the summer, it’s always several degrees cooler at the bottom and I always enjoy the feel of the cooling air when I walk down it. One end is completely shaded by black walnut trees and a small thicket on the steepest slope. The sight and sound of the road doesn’t reach down and it feels almost as if the middle of nowhere. It’s my favorite spot on our land, but it wasn’t always. Continue reading

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But Not Me

When I was a kid, I absolutely devoured any book about UFOs, monsters, unexplained phenomena, and general weird happenings. I didn’t necessarily believe all (or even most) of it, but that didn’t make it fascinate me any less. I was even a subscriber to the Time Life Books Mysteries of the Unexplained series. From that young age I’ve desired to experience or see something strange and our of the ordinary. Most of all, I want to see a UFO (and please bear in mind that the “U” denotes Unidentified, not alien. Just saying). Since I actually want to, I of course have not (and probably never will). That doesn’t mean people around me haven’t seen one though.  Continue reading

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Prom Night

Here’s the thing about my high school Prom: it wasn’t even in the same city as my high school. Instead, it was at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville, This isn’t a bad thing in and of itself, it just created certain complications. One was that we were locked in to where we would eat. Dinner was organized at the hotel and we didn’t have any choice in the matter (okay, that’s not completely true, we got to choose between chicken and beef for an entrée). The biggest issue though, was that we weren’t allowed to drive ourselves to the Prom. We rode a bus. Continue reading

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The Prom Procession

The Spring of 1991 was supposed to be the time of my life (or something). I had a few easy coast courses (which oddly netted me the Honors Diploma that advanced math wouldn’t) and enjoyed if not full acceptance by my peers, at least the pretension of it. The only dark spot on the horizon as the school year and my secondary education career drew to a close was the Rite of Spring everyone else looked forward to but which I dreaded with intense anxiousness. Prom. Continue reading

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After Dinner Mince

It was the first Mother’s Day after Chrisie and I got married. Somehow my mom managed to get both my brother, I,  and our wives over to my parents’ house for dinner. I use the word “managed” because even then our schedules never seemed to line up where all six of us could get together at the same time.  The meal was enjoyable enough, but after dinner, things got weird (well, since this is my family, things got more weird). Continue reading

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But When Winter Came

There used to be a large dead tree on Old Russelville Pike that I passed by often. Most of its limbs had long since fallen or rotted away and its old trunk was bound with a thick covering of vines that obscured any hint of the wood beneath. It resembled a tree far less than a misshapen lump of tangled green leaves with the occasional flower. I thought it was somewhat interesting, but certainly not remarkable. But when winter came, I truly saw it and realized it was no mere tree. Continue reading

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