November 28, 2013 in Pine Journal
I can’t imagine a man anywhere who would bother putting a duvet cover on a comforter settling instead to just throw the dang thing over the bed and call it a day. Continue Reading
November 22, 2013 in Pine Journal
I can still recall lying groggily in bed in the predawn hours, hearing my dad up and about, getting ready to head out to the deer stand. I could hear the cold wind blowing and the frozen tree branches rattling outside my window, and I knew daylight was still hours away. I was only too happy to settle back into my warm covers and go back to sleep.
November 8, 2013 in Pine Journal
Somehow, I found myself doing the “YMCA” on the top bleacher behind the Hermantown band.
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it must have been the magical quality of a late autumn eve under the “Friday night lights” of a high school football game. Continue Reading
October 25, 2013 in Pine Journal
All it took was for the sun to break through last Friday morning, and I left all my chores behind and headed for the lake. Continue Reading
September 27, 2013 in Pine Journal
“Go ZACH!” the deep voice shouted. “C’mon, Zach POUND ‘em!”
With my grandmotherly indignity aroused, I stared pointedly at the man seated just down the metal bleachers from us. The look was all for naught, however, since the doting father was so ensconced in his son’s football performance that he didn’t even notice me.
September 13, 2013 in Pine Journal
Some cats are born to be lions, some are born to be alley cats. We have one of each.