Well, Sunday was Ma’s birthday. I won’t tell ya how old she turned, but let's just say she's north of ten and south of a hundred. And like every day in the Davis household, the whole thing seemed fraught with ridiculousness. Everything started a few days before when my Father, the Old ...
I don’t talk much about my schooling because it is a sore spot, a sore spot more akin to a festering boil located on the perineum than a bug bite on the leg, but I digress. It is my thought and my experience that knowledge is gained better from curiosity than by browbeating repetition. I ...
Dixie, in my opinion, is one of the best dogs in the world; however, with that being said, she, like all of us, has her foibles. Her separation anxiety is at the top of this list, a condition that affects us all to one degree or another. It is for this reason that if you saw me or my sister at ...
A gift can reveal an amazing amount about a person. From giving and receiving gifts, we can tell who cares, who pays attention, who remembers. I once gave in full sincerity a faceless rubber pig to my sister. I don’t know what this says about me or her, but she still has it. My sister and I ...
My father, the Old One, as well as my sister, seems to take precautions against ever admitting that they are wrong. I could give a multitude of examples for both, but here is a single example for just the Old One. So, I was taking my father somewhere the other day, and Dixie came along as ...
I think I’ve pretty well established the madhouse in which I live. If such a thing as a normal person exists, no member of my family can be considered one. My experience on Sunday over a 20 minute period perfectly illustrates this point. The 20 minutes started off with my Ma. We had been ...
June 2, 2026, was a Tuesday. A hair before five AM on June second, my dog, Dixie, dragged me out of the house to use the bathroom. The sun wasn’t up, but it was on its way as the sky was a deep navy blue. As Dixie wandered, attempting to find the perfect spot, I looked upward. It was there I ...
Well, that was a weekend. Dog hair, sweat, and a parade, nothing but the best. The kid, Johnny, and I have wanted to promote the paper in a local event for over a year, but have been unsuccessful. First, the Stoplight Festival got rained out, then we never got around to getting anything ...
I’ve been sick a lot in my life. A lowered immune system will do that to ya. I’ve learned a thing or two, picked up a tip or trick here and there, and I know how I like to be sick. So, last week, I get really ill. My stomach is hurting like someone shot a cannonball into it. I know I’m ...
Trash is interesting. The things we throw away. One day it's a treasured memento or one of life's essentials, and the next day it's in a bag on the street. I’m not above grabbing something good if I see it thrown out on the curb. The best time for this is, of course, City Cleanup. Everyone ...