My wife got me a nifty bird feeder for Christmas. Film rights are available. It holds sunflower seeds. Now I won’t have to do any cooking when she’s away. I situated the feeder in a fine place for me to watch birds. My neighbor Crandall stopped by. “You’re putting up a new bird feeder,” was his greeting to me. “You got me there. Guilty as charged,” I said. “Does … [Read more...]
He’s always wrong but never in doubt
My doorbell didn’t ring. It had voluntarily chosen to leave the labor force. I opened the door anyway and a robed visitor accompanied by sitar music walked in out of the dimming twilight. The renowned mystic from the Far East part of the township, the fabled soothsayer, the seventh son of the seventh son of the seventh son, the oracle from just down the road; Swami Davis … [Read more...]
Einar’s Hardware had everything I’d be getting
The weather was up to something. It always is. My parents took me to town where Santa Claus (who resembled a neighbor named Merle Wakefield) set up shop at the Hartland fire hall. I’m not sure where he parked the reindeer. I was part of a group of humble, snot-nosed (we were snot walruses) children who needed to be prodded to ask Santa for things we weren’t sure we deserved. … [Read more...]
The wooden pencil and an orange weren’t in a Christmas bag
When my father was a boy, he got a wooden pencil and an orange for Christmas one year. If he’d had low expectations, they might not have been low enough. He was from a large family and Grandma didn’t give him a gift receipt so he could exchange the pencil and the orange for black licorice. He was forced to do his homework on orange peels. Years later, Grandma gave me an … [Read more...]
From mud pies to oatmeal within an eyeblink
It must have been the oatmeal that kept him going. A friend died recently. He was 101. He’d had a good run. I stayed at his place when I was a young fellow working around the Twin Cities. He and his wife were the kindest of our species. Breakfast was the same each morning. We’d sit at the kitchen table, surrounded by windows so we could watch the birds eat breakfast as we … [Read more...]
I’ll let the moon shine down my throat
That’s what I’ll do if I ever get hungry again after Thanksgiving. Instead of eating, I’ll let the moon shine down my throat. I hope the Doppler weather radar gave you perfect Thanksgiving meteorological conditions for someone to guard the food while the rest gave thanks. Hope looks to the future, gratitude to the past. My mother was up early before anyone in a house of early … [Read more...]
The snows of November came early
“When does winter start in Minnesota?” I was a guest on a radio show whose host posed that question. The station was located where winters are different from here in the frozen foods section of the country. I won’t say kinder or gentler, but the temperatures are higher and snow is lacking. My lame answer was, “When last winter’s snow has finally melted.” This assured … [Read more...]
Knowledge is power and Francis is Bacon
I could have waited but I couldn’t wait. I mumbled the nursery rhyme, “Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing – wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?” My parents were visiting the neighbors, which involved drinking copious amounts of coffee and eating brownies. They … [Read more...]
I was on a hero’s journey
Was it Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick? I was on my version of a hero’s journey, making a trip to town to do some light grocery shopping. A hero’s journey involves a hero (in this case, me) who goes on a great adventure, encounters roadblocks, is victorious in a battle against formidable forces and comes home transformed because Cap’n Crunch breakfast … [Read more...]
The TV ran all over us and left laugh tracks
Watching Ben Cartwright made me feel for Lorne. The TV looked down haughtily at me from its lofty perch as I sat in a waiting room, lingering in an uncomfortable chair. Service was running behind. Staff issues. It was a new TV presenting an old TV show. Do TV shows ever become antiques? “We get 793 channels and there’s not one thing worth watching,” grumbled a man working … [Read more...]