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Nice Kitty [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I was tackled by a tiger once. I must stress that it was voluntary for both me and the tiger. I was recruited to be tiger tackled as part of a fund raising event to support some charity or other during other events at a county [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Theo Vitali was a wild man. Greek and Italian, his passions ran nearly as high as his blood pressure. He was a screamer, a thrower, a man so driven that, while he was the high school football coach in my hometown, we lost only two games in [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] When I was a child, racial tension in my small hometown did not exist. There was no them, only us. Everybody was white. The caste system was in effect, to be sure, from the apex of the Caucasian ladder to the depths of the pale trash heap; [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Don Young was a ladies man. He had been a ladies man for as long as I’d known him – since about third grade. He was not a cad, not a heartbreaker, he did not kiss and tell. He simply loved women and they loved him back. [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I’m sure many if not even most of you out there lay awake nights wondering why I choose to spend the vast majority of my time sequestered away from civilization in the company only of Digger the outstanding dog, Clancy the incredible dog, Grizz the irritating cat, [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Don Brook wore his time in the Marine Corps like a gold medallion around his neck. Ten years after he left the armed services, Paris Island’s scent was still fresh in his nostrils. While Brook had never actually seen combat and had been in “The Corps” only [...] Attitude In Red [Audio clip: view full post to listen] His name was “El Rojo”. He was a rooster. I got him from Jeremiah Mavis when I lived in “Almost Arkansas”, Missouri. Jeremiah Mavis was an Arkansas Ridge Runner. Big, raw-boned, and redheaded, he was of hearty Ozark stock. His biggest claim to fame were [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] He was about 6 and a half feet tall, weighed maybe 280 pounds, and had straight, blue-black hair to below his waist. He looked down at me through hard, dark-brown eyes from a walnut face and said, “You’re white. Where’d you get that necklace?” He was referring [...] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] When I was a young man, I attended official cop school. Week after week, after week, after week, a select number of young valiants such as I were sequestered from the world, the victims of excessive indoctrination and instruction into the art and function [...] |
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