Year: 2016

The ’53 International

Back in the day, when my imagination was geared more toward the innocence of a child and the wonderment of all things new, one of my most favorite past times was driving for miles and miles in my grandpa’s 1953

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Meet Me At The Tipple

As I’ve mentioned several times in this blog, I grew up and live in an old mining town, and by old I mean when the mines first started up they were dug out by men and the coal was hauled

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That Should Be Me

  That should be me standing beside you in a picture, That should be me holding your hand, That should be me laying beside you in the bed, That should be me drawing our names in the sand. That should be

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This post is in response to today’s Daily Post Prompt. When I saw the subject of the prompt, my emotions rolled like thunder rolling through a long valley. Since January 2015, I have lost six people from my life to the

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How Milwaukee’s Best Became Milwaukee’s Beast

If you know anything about beer, then you’ve probably already discerned the gist of this post, but read on, it get’s, um, interesting. Let me start at the beginnin’ of the particular day the details of this post surround. It started

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Throwin’ Down Some Hillbilly Common Sense

I’m not sure what kinda feedback I’m gonna get from this post, but I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long time. I even posted something similar way back when, but this is different. Without gettin’ into a lot of

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Way back in the stone ages of my youth, there were a handful of things I absolutely despised doing, plantin’ and diggin’ taters were two of ’em. Ya see, we always had a garden. Now I’m not talkin’ about some

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Arguments! Everything Is An Argument!

Why? Why MUST people insist on arguing with every single word I say? And by people, I mean my mom and 6-year-old son. I know what you’re gonna say, especially if you know my situation. Mom has Dementia and my

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Over the last couple of days, I have gotten several comments about my writing. I’ve had people tell me that I have a gift for it. I’m not too sure about that, but I’m gonna give it a shot. I’m

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The Lonely Journey

He thinks about her every day. He remembers the feel of her body against his, the touch of her hand on his face, the spark of love in her eyes. He remembers the smell of her hair and it takes

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