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Starting to lose my grasp on business principles

I’ve always prided myself on understanding various types of business and business principles, but I fear I’m starting to lose my grasp. Take for instance the idea of employing customer service...

 

Blessed with great, strong role models for grandmothers

I was blessed with strong women for grandmothers. They were great role models to me and to my parents as well. Just knowing what they’d been through and what they regularly did meant you weren’t...

 

It's tumbleweed season in New Mexico - and elsewhere

On a recent trip to Lubbock, rolling along the road, I found it impossible to dodge a killer tumbleweed. The darn thing lodged itself under my bumper, then migrated further back beneath the...

 

Willing to overlook a lot for a good horse opera

I love Westerns, both movie and television. They’re the ultimate in escapism if you ask me. I drive my wife crazy telling her the inaccuracies I see in movies and television, but I’m pretty...

 

Never hidden a pickle on my Christmas tree

Ever hid a pickle on your Christmas tree? Neither have I. It’s pretty strange that the guy whose family keeps the Christmas eve gift tradition alive wouldn’t know anything about this holiday...

 

Christmas at paternal grandparents' was constant commotion

Last week I wrote about Christmas at my maternal grandparents’. So in the interest of equal time I thought I would give you a little insight into what Christmas was like at my Terry grandparents...

 

Thinking back to a space-age Christmas tree

It’s not Christmas until there’s snow or a Christmas tree or snow on a Christmas tree. We’ve already had the snow so my plan is to get the tree up this weekend. Growing up, the tree meant it...

 

Good to think about expressions of appreciation, courtesy

I didn’t immediately recognize the neat and nicely dressed lady in the community room of the nursing home. She called me by name so I had to ask her for her name. As soon as she told me I was...

 

Life without my glasses has been weird

Here are a few signs that your cataracts might be progressing faster than you thought. 1. You’ve increased the font size on your computer and mobile devices so much you never get a full sentence on...

 

Glasses a defining part of my persona

You might have heard, I recently developed cataracts and now have a whole new meaning to the lyrics of the song “Doctor My Eyes,” by Jackson Browne. You know the song that starts out: Doctor, my...

 

Take the time to honor a veteran

It’s hard to believe there are only six left. Can that really be true? Is the Greatest Generation slipping away? When I read the information about this year’s American Legion Post 31’s Veterans...

 

Keep you posted on the state of my catamarans

I’ve said it before and I know I’ll say it again. Getting older really sucks. I’ve been learning to live with my back problems so it’s just not fair to throw another problem into the mix....

 

Facebook cloning seems like a lot of work for not much gain

Well it finally happened, Zachary. No, nobody burned down my she shed. No, my Facebook account wasn’t hacked either. It was cloned, however. For years I’ve had to chuckle at friends as they have...

 

Had a humble start in a little fixer upper

My wife has a terrible addiction that plays out on the weekends and she ends up with a lot of time in rehab. It’s not drugs or alcohol and she’s not a sex maniac — she’s addicted to...

 

Artificial intelligence isn't always the problem

Some days I feel like I want to get off the artificial intelligence train at the next stop. Problem is the train’s AI components probably wouldn’t recognize what I was saying if I said “next sto...

 

Rainy weather recalls some family history

Before the week was out I had started to envy Noah a little bit. Maybe the dude knows what he’s talking about. I don’t have a great big ark or even a little boat but I was starting to wish for...

 

Seasons are changing in more ways than just one

Once upon a time we had seasons of all sorts. These days things sorta just run together like melted Neapolitan ice cream dropped on a summer sidewalk. This past week as I set out to the store I asked...

 

Country music has evolved over the years

It was the music we loved to hate. Or was it the music we hated to love. It’s been tough all my life deciding where I really stand on country music but the thing I know for sure is I’ve been...

 

Hoping to have done a little skeet shooting this weekend

You may not know this about me, but I’m even better at shooting skeet than I am at golfing. At the writing of this column, I’m making plans to participate in the annual Roosevelt General Hospital...

 

These days, air conditioning hard to live without

I’ve become soft in my old age. I get reminded of how soft I am every August. Each August I spend a good deal of time at the fairgrounds inside the only buildings I’m inside during the summer with...

 

I never was much for carnival rides

The fair has come and gone and I never even rode the Ferris wheel. Of course for me that isn’t all that strange. I never was much for carnival rides, even growing up. Others I ran with liked riding...

 

Keeping an eye out on my patio farm

It’s been a tough year on the patio farm. Every morning I’m up at sunrise and watering the plants on the patio. They’ve required a lot of water lately. As usual, I went way overboard this...

 

Fishing brings back good times, great memories

Sadly, I haven’t been fishing at all this year. I did pick up my copy of “Even Brook Trout Get the Blues,” and do a little reading however. The first chapter of that book, by John Gierach, autho...

 

Nicknames were just what we did where I grew up

Call me Carlo or call me Maldune. Call me whatever you want just don’t call me late for supper. Those are two of the nicknames (that people called me to my face) that stuck with me. At my first...

 

In the early days, television was an event

It was beautiful, rising at least 30 feet above our new flat-roofed home. The potential was unlimited, even if my mother immediately explained it wasn’t to be climbed. Moving into town at 10 years...

 

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