The story goes of two old ranchers trading off their land. They promised with a
I drove to Sportsman’s Warehouse. Thought I’d buy a brand-new cap. My mistake
Every year, this time in May, my mind reflects about my father. He passed away two years ago at the age of 97. He never bragged about being sm…
Back in 1963, when I was ten years old. We’d crowd around our television.
I’ve been driving my old Chevy truck since 1994. The odometer reads a quarter
My cousin and I had Mr. Garrett’s sophomore biology class just after our school lunch. With our bellies full and a room with no air conditioni…
We squeezed into a parking spot. The time was half past five. The small town, country diner was about to come alive.
The sign read, on the classroom door, “You’ve been assigned a seat.” I left my house at 4 a.m. Hadn’t taken time to eat.
Don’t be fooled by the appearance that East Idaho’s winter was less severe than last year’s.
My job was grazing horses when we packed to Yellowstone. I was ten years old but brave enough to graze them all alone.
