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  1. 2 days ago on The Other Coast

    We used to have a very ugly couch. My wife hated it. Somehow our Blue Heeler mix caught the drift because he ripped big holes in it. She thanked him as we tossed it.

  2. 2 days ago on Cleats

    Don’t care much for trophies, but one year I got a small one for helping coach my son’s soccer team. I’ve always figured I got it because I was the only father who showed up for all the practices and games. It’s the only one I’ve ever cared about and even it was lost somewhere along the way.

  3. 7 days ago on Working Daze

    I’m reminded of the old book/movie “How to succeed in business without really trying.”

  4. 8 days ago on Scott Stantis

    My poetry group has been discussing can A/I. write a poem. Consinsus was yeah, but why?

  5. 9 days ago on Working Daze

    My wife likes Star Trek, I prefer Film Noir. Yet, we’re still married after 45 years, Go figure.

  6. 11 days ago on Working Daze

    I saw the first three Star Wars movies when they first came out with my young son in theaters. After that, I lost interest. Cue more people fainting. Didn’t see Titantic either.

  7. 14 days ago on Bottom Liners

    Paying a doctor directly? How quaint. Don’t get me started on today’s medical system. All tied up with Medicare, Doctor associations, and insurance companies, whose main goal is to make gobs of money.

  8. 18 days ago on Sherman's Lagoon

    Sherman needs to get him an overcoat, a porkpie hat and a gat in case he meets a dame with a pearl handled .22 in her purse.

  9. 19 days ago on The Buckets

    I remember one time it had snowed heavy one night, and no, they didn’t close school. A few of us boys played in the snow at recess. Being wet and cold, we just said to heck with school and all went home. Two of my tattletale girl cousins called their grandmother, who called my mom so she knew it before I waddled home.

  10. 19 days ago on The Buckets

    I guess I’m among the last of the old-timey free range kids. Growing up in the ’50’sI was too busy crawling through culverts, exploring old vacant houses, wandering down creek beds barefoot, flying down hills on my bike, feet off the petals, and playing sandlot baseball to mess with playgrounds. I don’t think my little town even had one.