Finding a new subject for mockery amongst my family is like finding a 20 at the landfill; most everything else has been picked over by the buzzards, making the find a wondrous delight. The latest find has been me, or at least the way I talk. I was born here, and I grew up here, yet somewhere ...
You've tuned into the Mike show on this Easter weekend, and my mind's percolatin' and my blood's ciculatin', so let's get at it. Sit back in your easy chair, munch on that chocolate bunny that will be half off next week, sittin' by the Fourth of July stuff, and listen to a tale selected from ...
In the last couple of weeks, I have been driven to the brink of insanity, then slowly backed away from the precipice of that nutty abyss. All because of my Father, that old S.O.B. Ya see, my Father retired a few years back. At first, it was awful, for the rest of us anyway, but then his ...
Last year was my first year with the paper. I didn't have any schoolin' on bein' a reporter nor much trainin'. All of my learnin' was boiled down into two things, helpful tips from my newspaper brethren and black and white movies where the reporter talks out of the side of his mouth and solves ...
Car shopping is not often fun, but necessary. It is not a sport or a pastime. No. Car shopping is all out warfare between two lifelong enemies, the salesman, and the customer. This here, this is the story of the battle of the Jon Voight. A few years ago, it was decided that I would get a ...
He stood before me with a confidence and ease that hadn't been seen since the likes of Humphrey Bogart or Paul Newman. He didn't wear pants. He didn't need pants. He touched my nose and said, "Tickle, tickle." It was in that instant that I realized, even though I was in a room with about 10 ...
My father would be explainin' the inner workings of the camshaft as I glanced at all of the tubes and wires, the slabs of metal, and pools of multicolored liquid that made up the inner workings of the car. The old man would go on for a while and then ask me if I understood. I'd look at him, ...
Last February, I received an email. It was from the North Tama reporter, Ruby McAllister. She told me the current editor of the News Chronicle gave her two weeks' notice, and they didn't have anyone to cover the weekly Supervisor's meetings. She asked if I could cover for a few weeks and go ...
You can call it loyalty or insanity, or a combination of the two, but I've only ever had two people cut my hair. My first barber was Pat, a tall man who was ironically bald. As far back as I can remember, the man never had a scrap of hair on top of his head, just some that clung to the sides ...
I feel like I know quite a few people. I've seen quite a few things. But the things that happen to me, I happen to feel, and I've said this before, happen to no one else. If divine destiny is a thing or everything that happens to us is just fate, then somewhere along the way, someone started to ...