The weight of many years was too much for an historic building in my hometown of Tahlequah. The back end of 120-year old Masters’ Hardware, collapsed. Judging from the pictures, it just let go and crumbled to the ground. Luckily, the store had been closed for a while and no one was inside. What caused it? A 3.0 […]
Jan 13, 2017
An Iffy Kind of Day
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Sitting here with my hot cup of Folgers, looking out at a, to be honest, rather drab world, I see Annie and Midge walking up the hill. Annie takes long strides, going at a good clip, and Midge’s little legs work double time to keep up. I really have no idea whether the woman’s name is […]
Jan 6, 2017
Beautiful, Cold, Deep Freeze Sort of Day
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We are in a deep freeze in NW Arkansas. The snow arrived last night; not much of it in this part of the state, but more elsewhere. When I looked, the temperature was eleven degrees, but it may have dropped lower by now. Streets are slick and hazardous and schools are closed. This is the […]
Dec 16, 2016
Fiddlin’ With the Facts
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Remember the old, black and white TV series, Dragnet and the phrase, “Just the facts, Ma’am.” This unflappable team of Jack Webb and Harry Morgan spent a whole thirty minutes ferreting out the bad guys and getting to the facts of the case. But, fiction writers can have fun fiddlin’ with the facts. In writing By […]
Dec 14, 2016
A Mysterious Oklahoma Outlaw
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Fiction is fiction but fiction also has elements of non-fiction as is the case of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon and a mysterious Oklahoma outlaw. You see, the plot of Fright centers around a secret about Granger’s Mansion. Because of that, several people’s lives are in jeopardy. (Well, if the truth be known, a […]
Dec 13, 2016
Light and Dark, Good and Evil, and Mysteries
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I woke up this morning thinking, Lord, in something as important as Life with its potential for making lots of mistakes, I need a do-over. Does anybody else ever feel that way? It is dark this morning. My quiet neighbor goes to his car, lunch box in hand, ready to head off into the day. […]
