Today is America’s birthday, but coronavirus might cause a few of its birthday parties to look a little different this year.
Since the 2020 celebrations might be a little more muted than normal, I decided to take a trip to the archives for a story about a Fourth of July past.
There’s a lot I’d change about how this story is written if I wrote it today, but I think it’s still a worth a holiday share.
It highlights some of my family’s normal traditions, and it offered a chance for reflections on Independence Day.
First published July 7, 2009 — and moved to WordPress in 2011 from its original home — here’s a story about fireworks and fire ants.
Happy Fourth of July, and God bless America.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “reflections.”
I spent last week with two girls.
Dear Maelynn and Maggie,
It’s Christmas, but you two were already fast asleep when this letter was written.
In a few minutes, your first Christmas will be your first Christmas past. (more…)
During today’s Fourth of July festivities, I am stuck at home with the police scanner because everyone else is out of town.
I can’t venture outside of the scanner’s range, but I’ve had a lot of time to think.
I’ve spent most of the day watching “America: The Story of Us” on the History Channel so I thought about some of the things being an American actually means to me. (more…)
When I was growing up, my daddy was my hero. (more…)
In honor of Monday’s “How I Met Your Mother” series finale, I have “suited up” my blog.
OK, the change really came about because it’s spring break, no one is at school, no teams are playing games yet today because a deluge is falling from the sky and I am stuck in the office.
While I try to make a decision about whether to take my lunch break, I have compiled a list of three things I’m looking forward to when the rain stops.
The new year is upon us, and there are already a few things I’ve noticed.
The 2011 edition of Major League Baseball’s Opening Day is in the books and the season is into its first week, but there is still one issue begging to be addressed.
Well, it’s almost that time again.
Valentine’s Day will be here in less than a week, and there’s not a thing in the world I can do about it.
I can’t stop the calendar, but I can ask a question that recently came to my mind.
Since I’m sure nobody wants to hear about the time I ate cabbage soup, or the time my buddy flipped my golf cart or the time I got broadsided at 65 miles-an-hour, rolled my truck three times and landed upside-down in a ditch, I won’t tell you about those just yet.
I will tell you about something a little less life-threatening, but almost as memorable.