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During one of our neighborhood get-togethers a few years ago, the subject of the local squirrel population came up.
Sometimes the simplest things can bring us great joy ... like campfire smoke and wet dogs.
Living in flyover country reminds me of a gentler time in America. One that I miss.
"God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road."
Some of life's storms don't seem to care much whether we plan or not.
I stop and wander in to sit by the stove and knock off the chill — and pick up some timeless and priceless wisdom.
Race relations in this country are not as complicated or as difficult as the media or certain politicians would have you believe.
Can we learn something from Nash Buckingham and his superlative view of the world?
I learned more about respect and honor from a warm handshake than I ever would in a classroom.
I was privileged in my early years to attend a military school that instilled the words "Honor, Truth, Duty" to all who attended.
What is the secret to gaining a seat at The Big Table in every small-town restaurant in America? Just introduce yourself and start talking.
I think it's simply the notion of Americana that I miss, a time when things were a bit simpler and more civilized.
