Dumb Joke – My daughter has learned to count.

Yesterday, we took our daughter to a friend’s house to attend their son’s 5th birthday party. We were exhausted when we got home so she went right to bed and I fell asleep watching the ball game. At about 11:50 last night I felt a tug on my sleeve.
“Daddy,” she whispered. “Guess how old I’m going to be next month.”
“I don’t know, beauty,” I said as I slipped on my glasses. “How old?”
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now.
My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours.
She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

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Flash Friday – A Dad Joke

There was a club across the river on old Hwy 224 outside Lexington. One of those picturesque country bars set back in the trees, neon Pabst Blue Ribbon sign in the window. A ‘good ole boy’ place where wives weren’t invited to go. I laughed every time I drove past it. The glow from the sign lit up the entire parking lot. Welcome to the ‘Peckerwood Club’. I told my dad once that I had never been there. He said, “Sure you have, you just never got out.” It was the first joke I heard him tell. I was 25.

Here’s to my father on his day…

Throughout all the dullness and boredom of everyday life you still managed to drag yourself into each day with a crooked smile tilting up one corner of your mouth and a sparkle of mischief in your eyes. Although your hands were calloused from fighting the daily grind and your hat stained with the sweat of hard work, you never faltered or gave up.

When I look back at life, I don’t remember us as being poor. I don’t recall any hardship and strife they tell me I had. I only remember the love you had for music, nature, your wife and all of your children.

It would be a tough task if I had to sum up everything you taught me into one word. Perhaps, love, happiness or confidence, because you gave me all those things.

But the greatest of all your gifts I think is HOPE. You showed me that no matter how dark the night might be, there is always hope for a better morning.

Thank you Dad.

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.


Coon Hunting

In the Dark I stand motionless

Staring across the moonlit landscape

We are together but I am alone

My thoughts consume me

The silence and isolation comforts me

My heart quickens as the music starts

A solitary howl piercing the night air

A crisp baritone shattering the stillness

Then silence and again the night possesses me

My ears strain against the quiet

Anticipating another chord

Suddenly the symphony begins

Ecstasy fills my body as the music reaches me

Echoing from far across the countryside

At first the arrangement is slow and melancholy

Soon the tempo increases

Their opus lifts me up and

I soar over dew covered fields

Through tree tops that sway in the breeze

My imagination joins them in their chase

The harmony of their voices fills my mind

Then I am shocked back to reality

With the sound of my father’s battle cry

“Whoop…Hunt ‘em up boys.”

His companions reply in a union of voices

My blood flushes my face

Long drawn out howls begin to crescendo

Again my father assails the night

With a shout to his comrades

“Whoop…Tree ‘em boys.”

Willed by my father’s voice the hounds respond

A chorus of choppy barks pierces the blackness

My heart quickens its beat

My pace increases

Anticipation takes control of my steps

Guided by the sound of the dogs

Holding their pray at bay


We slip through dense underbrush

Over tree covered hills

We cross frozen streams

Through meadows of frosted brown

Our search lights penetrate the fog

Hidden in the shadow of a tree branch

Eyes twinkle like stars in the sky

A single shot rings out

A thud…


Rustling leaves and breaking twigs

The final gasps for life

It is done

We lead the dogs away

My heart pounding in my chest