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I’d like to tell you ‘bout the man of stature five foot three. My eyes saw him at ten feet tall. He meant the world to me.

My grandkids are my pride and joy. They’re growing up too fast. Their presence touches my old heart. I wish this time could last.

It was time to clean the chimney, brush the soot and creosote. But I’d have to climb the ladder. If I fell, that’s all she wrote.

She called me on my cell phone. Said, “I’m bringing home a dog.” I’d just woke from my noon time nap. My brain was still a fog.

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Marshal Brady woke up early, shot right out of bed. First, he put his boots on, then his chaps of shiny red.

The day was turning into night and all the stock was fed. Four cowboys hopped into the truck, drooling of fun ahead.

Old Town Actors Studio continues its 2022 season with “See How They Run,” a classic British farce from the 1940s. This production marks the di…

The day was turning into night and all the stock was fed. Four cowboys hopped into the truck, drooling of fun ahead.

Old Town Actors Studio continues its 2022 season with “See How They Run,” a classic British farce from the 1940s. This production marks the di…

We started our tradition, homemade berry pie, each night. While camping on the trail, they were a pure perfection bite.

Some time ago I had a horse, a kind of dappled gray. His father was Arabian; his mother, who can say?