Rommel’s Last Foe
Thomas, Thomas
“My fort, it’s over here. It’s secret and mine. I’ll show it to you. Only once, though. Big people aren’t supposed to be here.”
“My fort, it’s over here. It’s secret and mine. I’ll show it to you. Only once, though. Big peoplea ren’t supposed to be here.”
Who Knows Who Lived in My House, Built in 1742, or Your House
How personalities mark a home.
How personalities mark a home.
At the Core of Male Friendship
It is gospel with us that you must do things for those you love.
It is gospel with us that you must do things for those you love.
Talk from the Back of Tim’s Barn
There, in his barn, I was a listener as well as a watcher.
There, in his barn, I was a listener as well as a watcher.
Tools’ First Disciple
Tools move to him, are drawn by his hands.
Tools move to him, are drawn by his hands.
The Day I Grew Up
On getting too big for your britches.
On getting too big for your britches.
Mother’s Living Room
A lady without question, but not to be fooled with.
A lady without question, but not to be fooled with.
Keeping Tabs on Your Energy
91 year old contributor Tom Sheehan has some words of wisdom on getting ahead in the game.
91 year old contributor Tom Sheehan has some words of wisdom on getting ahead in the game.
Words Remembered from My Father’s House, Built in 1742
I divide time owned – before and after laughter, before he went blind and all after.
I divide time owned – before and after laughter, before he went blind and all after.
A Short Caress for My Earth
An awed love affair.
An awed love affair.
Memories of a Schoolteacher: Miss Marleah Graves
Once a sheer edge of moonlight, a reflection hung in my mind of a whole night’s vision, the smell and the sound of it all, the touch of things as they were.
Once a sheer edge of moonlight, a reflection hung in my mind of a whole night’s vision, the smell and the sound of it all, the touch of things as they were.
Good Memories Count, Head to Toe
Appetite makes different folks of us all.
Appetite makes different folks of us all.
The Search for the Perfect Word
Dissecting the odd and awed sources in the spoken language of our common use.
Dissecting the odd and awed sources in the spoken language of our common use.
Born to Wear the Rags of War
How to remember comrades, friends in words, images, or the wallet on your hip (or "What’s in Your Wallet?")
How to remember comrades, friends in words, images, or the wallet on your hip (or “What’s in Your Wallet?”)
Letter to the Lost
I am a brother to all who are dead, we all wear the rags of war.
I am a brother to all who are dead, we all wear the rags of war.