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I’d better start zipping along in this story. If I take too long telling it, pretty soon one or two of you will start expecting it to Amount to a Hill of Beans, even though I have promised you it will not. After a few years in the cosmopolitan atmosphere of San Francisco, the next [...]
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It’s hard to keep track of The Story That Doesn’t Amount to a Hill of Beans when I’m in the middle of . . . Well, I can’t tell you that, because I would be giving away the big surprise payoff, and just think how sad you would be to lose that, er, thrill. I [...]
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And now I digress. Before the first Christmas, there was the first meeting, the courtship, and the wedding. First meeting: May 4, beach Courtship: May 4-June 12, here and there Wedding: June 13, under the magnolia tree which was later cut down for excessive leafage As Rick slowly backed down the driveway, I rolled down [...]
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I’m not saying that the women in my family are exactly like Edith Bunker, beloved wife of Archie Bunker from All in the Family, but we do like to circle every which way around a story before coming to the point. Edith came home from the market very disheveled one day and Archie asked her [...]
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It all started with a can of cling peaches. No, that’s not right. That’s another shaggy dog story. Actually, it all started with the Christmas cards. I persist in sending those annoying newsletter-type cards that people welcome into their homes like fine aged fruitcakes. Never one to do today what I can put off until [...]
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I am going to tell a story today that is not for sissies. It takes place in a time when dinosaurs ruled the earth and my family had a fox terrier named ChiChi. It is a tale of Camping Out the Real Way, hereafter to be known as CORW. Yes, that is not a mellifluous [...]
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My mom died shortly before her birthday four years ago, otherwise she would have turned 91 yesterday. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I used canned biscuits to make a batch of monkey bread yesterday, on her birth anniversary, because among the many things Mom taught me was how to make a damn good [...]
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Our late, great dads.
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