“For hours the two of them struggled, screamed, and cried as they fought to free themselves from…” — Once upon a time there were these two ‘possums, Gregory and Jeffrey who were the best of friends. The two of them loved to spend their nights frolcking around the woods of north Georgia near the North Carolina border eating insects, stealing eggs from the local chicken farms, and telling…

“If that giant was still around he never showed his face in the truck stop when I was there. And yes, I was glad.” — Yet another adventure from the daze of my youth. In Part 2, I learned the true definition of fear when I narrowly escaped death by a giant. I’m linking all the parts together, so if you missed the beginning you can catch up by clicking on Part 1. “If you…

Julius Caesar — Excerpted from The History of Wackemall. 49 BC. It was during the crossing of the Rubicon that Alfrado Julius Caesar took charge of the Second Maniple when noting that the "wackemall had been cast". Like the rest of the Legionnaires that day, he knew the crossing of the river under…

“But in Montana, back in those days, it seemed as if no one had ever heard of George Dickle so I found myself the only one in the bar who was drinking Jack Daniels. Not that folks in Montana didn’t drink whiskey, they just weren’t drinking cheap Southern brands.” — Another story from the daze of my youth. In Part 1, I crossed the Rocky Mountains only to end up in a tiny truck stop near Mineral County, Montana. You can read it here.

Give me a word none ever heard, a word no one forgot. Shout it loud, shout it proud, and please shout it a lot. Whisper that word no matter absurd to a lover, a saint, or a friend, then whisper the word where it never occured, and whisper that word to the…

“By then I was feeling invincible… After all, I had survived the Great Blizzard in Ohio the year before spending 9 days stuck in my rig near Buckeye Lake. I could take on anything. Or so I thought.” — Another story from the daze of my youth. When I was 22 I drove a ’78 International Transtar cab-over tractor-trailer east bound over Lookout Pass on Interstate 90 without tire chains in a blizzard on closed roads.

Every Spring I used to drag out a heavy tiller and wrestle with it just like my Daddy did for decades. A few years ago I gave away the tiller and started converting the garden to containers. Here are a few of those containers and more. Below are garlic chives…