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Skip Burke
Diane and I were in our chairs at the beach; she deep into a novel, I half into an afternoon nap, when her phone chimed. It was my Mother. She rarely calls when we’re away…probably still thinks it costs more. Emergency call? “Diane, where is my celery seed? I can’t find it, and…
If you lived on June Drive in Donelson Hills subdivision and played baseball in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s as I did, the best games were always in the backyard of Kent and Neal McNish up on Dearborn Drive. Often, I would be the youngest kid up there, but still they usually let me play. That…
Outside our back window, off our deck, in the middle of a stand of Crepe Myrtles was a bird feeder. I put this bird feeder out about nine or ten years ago with the help of our oldest granddaughter, Emma. I kept bird seed in it for a year or two, until Emma lost interest and I ran out of…
Lunch at Stanford Elementary School was always predictable. I loved the chili they served every Wednesday. I could add crumbled crackers to soak up the liquid and eat it with a fork. It was really good. So were the hamburgers on Thursdays. Friday fish patties were flat rectangles with more batter than fish. Yuk. So three days each week, I…
If it were me, and I had the ultimate gift to give to you, I probably would just wait for you to find me. After all, you are the one getting something great. I might even hide it…you know… put the wrapped gift inside another package, inside still another package. I’d make you work for it. That…