Feast
including dessert
then put the Handwriting on the Wall
went all the way up to Sixies
before she even let him have a bounce
he didnât make it through Twosies
on Pickups when she pulled her skirt
up to almost her knees to get his mind
completely discombobulated
I asked her if she thought she might ever reconsider
maybe at least give Haygood back the pocketknife
she said No
that was a trophy she intended
to pass down to her children one day
as their inheritance
by then I realized
between sitting on the hardwood floor
and the impossibility of ever doing even Onesiesâ
Pigs in the Pen much less Double Bouncies
I conceded the match when she passed into Foursies
called Daniel and the Angel to come down
and claim all the credit and glory
to which she said Now, Grandpa,
we have to go double or nothing for keeps
and I said I didnât know we were betting
she said You werenât but I was
I told you my personal championship strategy
and if I win this round
you will have to swear tick a lock secrecy
to never tell it to anybody you canât trust
for the rest of your life
until I get old and graduate from high school
get married and have a baby
when it comes time
to learn Queenship Mastery
you can share it only with her
there are some things a mother
just canât tell a daughter
thatâs what Grandpaâs are for
So get ready Buster
now Iâm going to show you
once and for all, no holds barred
how Jacks are played
Elder Johnny Bert Ezellâs Attempt to Re-resign as the Young Adult Menâs Sunday School Teacher
Brother Parker
the Only time in my life
I ever got anything taught
to anybody was when
my boy Charles was six
and on that day I taught him
in one lesson why itâs best
not to pick up a cat
by the tail
Iâve thought hard
and even prayed about it
but I just canât find any way
to bring scripture up or down
to a practical level
From the Pickup Cab on the Back Road to Adolphâs
There are a couple of things
about this moving into the golden years
that fall into the category of pesteration
Being?
I canât hear anymore
canât see anymore
canât remember a damn thing anymore
and those are the things that still work
I heard a bad rumor there comes a time
when you give up on the usefulness of memory
but you can designate friends to remember things for you
and when you outlive your friends youâll have your children
but most of all youâll have your wife
to correct and amend all those things you misremembered
I still like it when I can fall
into one of my unadulterated remembrances
and never worry one bit about drowning
or being rescued
Sorta like throwing a rock
through the plate glass window
of your current perception
Whatâs the other botheration?
The fact that on our 50th
the wife asked me if Iâd like to come upstairs
weâd try a poke
I had to tell her
anymore I had just enough energy
to do only one chore on a day
Is that a swear-to-god true story?
That question makes me wonder
if Iâm the kind of fool you might think I am
and Iâm wondering if youâve considered
whether or not
you might have misunderestimated me
And I canât remember
far enough back to answer that one
Like another one of my heroes said
Drive for Christâs sake
look out where yr going
Are we there yet?
Nope
but weâre gaining
The Third Miracle
Score: South Plains Monument 1: Tornado 0
âPhoto caption:
Avalanche Journal
All night the huge twisters
played hop Scotch and
wreaked mayhem
across the Caprock rim
2:12 a.m.
Willy John snapped the photograph
that graced the Avalanche Journalâs
Sunday front page
the sculpture draped
with St. Elmoâs fire
around its suppliant base
the cattleâs great horns ablaze
from a lightning ravaged sky
like the finger of God
stretched toward the obelisk:
a tornado funnel floating in
including dessert
then put the Handwriting on the Wall
went all the way up to Sixies
before she even let him have a bounce
he didnât make it through Twosies
on Pickups when she pulled her skirt
up to almost her knees to get his mind
completely discombobulated
I asked her if she thought she might ever reconsider
maybe at least give Haygood back the pocketknife
she said No
that was a trophy she intended
to pass down to her children one day
as their inheritance
by then I realized
between sitting on the hardwood floor
and the impossibility of ever doing even Onesiesâ
Pigs in the Pen much less Double Bouncies
I conceded the match when she passed into Foursies
called Daniel and the Angel to come down
and claim all the credit and glory
to which she said Now, Grandpa,
we have to go double or nothing for keeps
and I said I didnât know we were betting
she said You werenât but I was
I told you my personal championship strategy
and if I win this round
you will have to swear tick a lock secrecy
to never tell it to anybody you canât trust
for the rest of your life
until I get old and graduate from high school
get married and have a baby
when it comes time
to learn Queenship Mastery
you can share it only with her
there are some things a mother
just canât tell a daughter
thatâs what Grandpaâs are for
So get ready Buster
now Iâm going to show you
once and for all, no holds barred
how Jacks are played
Elder Johnny Bert Ezellâs Attempt to Re-resign as the Young Adult Menâs Sunday School Teacher
Brother Parker
the Only time in my life
I ever got anything taught
to anybody was when
my boy Charles was six
and on that day I taught him
in one lesson why itâs best
not to pick up a cat
by the tail
Iâve thought hard
and even prayed about it
but I just canât find any way
to bring scripture up or down
to a practical level
From the Pickup Cab on the Back Road to Adolphâs
There are a couple of things
about this moving into the golden years
that fall into the category of pesteration
Being?
I canât hear anymore
canât see anymore
canât remember a damn thing anymore
and those are the things that still work
I heard a bad rumor there comes a time
when you give up on the usefulness of memory
but you can designate friends to remember things for you
and when you outlive your friends youâll have your children
but most of all youâll have your wife
to correct and amend all those things you misremembered
I still like it when I can fall
into one of my unadulterated remembrances
and never worry one bit about drowning
or being rescued
Sorta like throwing a rock
through the plate glass window
of your current perception
Whatâs the other botheration?
The fact that on our 50th
the wife asked me if Iâd like to come upstairs
weâd try a poke
I had to tell her
anymore I had just enough energy
to do only one chore on a day
Is that a swear-to-god true story?
That question makes me wonder
if Iâm the kind of fool you might think I am
and Iâm wondering if youâve considered
whether or not
you might have misunderestimated me
And I canât remember
far enough back to answer that one
Like another one of my heroes said
Drive for Christâs sake
look out where yr going
Are we there yet?
Nope
but weâre gaining
The Third Miracle
Score: South Plains Monument 1: Tornado 0
âPhoto caption:
Avalanche Journal
All night the huge twisters
played hop Scotch and
wreaked mayhem
across the Caprock rim
2:12 a.m.
Willy John snapped the photograph
that graced the Avalanche Journalâs
Sunday front page
the sculpture draped
with St. Elmoâs fire
around its suppliant base
the cattleâs great horns ablaze
from a lightning ravaged sky
like the finger of God
stretched toward the obelisk:
a tornado funnel floating in
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