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Tag Archives: Driving
Sunday Morning Buffaloes
Ever experience that magical event that occurs when you place a yard sale sign in front of your house? The sign seems to act like a homing beacon of sorts, emitting some kind of bargain hunter attractant and suddenly, ten … Continue reading
Buried Treasure
Boys like to dig. I suppose I did my share of it when I was once one, and have done plenty since, but there is just something inside of most boys that make them want to dig in the dirt. … Continue reading
Posted in Children, Family, Food, Outdoors, Road Trip, Swimming, Travel, Vacation
Tagged Boys, Children, Crater of Diamonds, Dad, Diamond mine, Diamonds, Digging, Driving, Family, Father, Food, Gardening, Get Rich Quick, Mining, Murfreesboro, Outdoors, Pizza, Road Trip, Spring, Swimming, Travel
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The Last Day of January
I left work today with great anticipation of seeing snowflakes in abundance, hoping the weatherman’s prediction hadn’t failed us again. It hadn’t. God came through for him today, giving him a much needed boost to his reputation for a change. … Continue reading
Living in a Floodplain
The banks of Bear Creek were not filled to capacity this year. I vividly recall that very spot a year ago when the creek was overflowing, swollen from unseasonably late summer rains. This year the creek displayed an inviting architecture … Continue reading
The Curse of the Coon
There are seven days in a week, which equals out to 168 hours. It was the last day of vacation, and only about five hours remained of the original 168 we’d planned to be gone until we would pass back through … Continue reading
We’re All Gonna Die!
Growing up near the hill country of Arkansas introduced me early on to my dad’s enthusiastic driving on treacherous mountain roads. Most of our trips did not take us “over the river and through the woods”, but up the mountains … Continue reading
Paper Cups and Mule Meat
As hard as I tried I could not find them. I scanned our hardwood stairs top to bottom but could not find the indentions that I knew must be there. How did he get in here and leave without a … Continue reading
