’Twas one of those days that my patience and consideration for most of anything was lacking. I had stopped at the local WinCo supermarket, and the shopping cart on the end of the row refused to come loose.

Magic is like a rain dance. Timing is everything. Same goes for convincing a youngster that you can make the traffic light change to green by coughing.

I’d never consider trading her off for another – no matter how rich or feisty or attractive. But I still counsel young men to never marry someone who doesn’t already have a driver’s license.

The boy’s mother was quietly reprimanding him. A fellow had knocked on their door. Said he had run out of gas and was hoping he could buy like 5 gallons from the farm.

I suppose I’m spoiled. Too many years dealing with things that will start and run with only air, fuel, spark and enough starting momentum to create the initial compression to make an engine run.

I’m not allowed to name dogs. Over 50 years ago, we were given a border collie cross puppy and I named him “Sour Mash.”

A man’s toolbox should be small enough that he can move it from place to place as needed – but big and awkward enough that his neighbor and his brother-in-law can’t.