Monthly Archives: May 2009

Self Defense in a World Without Guns

Posted on May 29, 2009 by

I was reading comments on another blog the other day, and some guy posted something like this: “I wish they’d just get rid of all the guns and then nobody would have to worry anymore.” Idiot. What do you do … Continue reading →

Posted in Guns and Self Defense, Philosophy | Leave a comment

Joseph

Posted on May 20, 2009 by

When I was around 13 or 14, we had a dog named Joseph. I don’t know what breed Joseph was, but he was short-haired, about knee high, with perky ears, reddish tan colored, and very smart. Joseph was my constant … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Stories | Leave a comment

Pulp Wood and Snakes, #1

Posted on May 20, 2009 by

Once, when cutting pulp wood, Rick and I had cut down a lot of trees – we’d cut the trees down first, then go around cutting them into lengths to stack on the truck. So the ground looked like we … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Stories | Leave a comment

Motorcycle Tires – Finally

Posted on May 18, 2009 by

Well, I finally got the tires mounted on my Suzuki. As mentioned earlier, I mounted the tires myself, to save the $150 the dealer would have charged. Of course, I had to buy a set of tire irons, and altogether, … Continue reading →

Posted in Motorcycles | Leave a comment

Mother’s Day Revisited

Posted on May 16, 2009 by

We had great fun this Mother’s day. We finally managed to really surprise Texas Grandma. J flew in from New York, and Texas Grandma didn’t have a clue. We had set up a Mother’s Day luncheon on Saturday in a … Continue reading →

Posted in Stories | Leave a comment

An Unusual Day Cutting Pulp Wood

Posted on May 10, 2009 by

This is the true story of one day cutting pulpwood. Granted, it was an unusual day – but this all happened on one day. We usually started early, because it was cooler. On this particular day, Rick’s cousin Gene was … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Stories | Leave a comment

Quote From the Pulpwood Days

Posted on May 7, 2009 by

When I was a teenager, my neighbor and I made summer money by cutting pulpwood. We used a boom-truck with a home-made winch to load the wood on the truck. An often-heard quote: “Ok, set it down!” (normal tone of … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Stories | Leave a comment