William introduced me to a “sake bomb” at the sushi shop. Sake is pronounced “sah’-kie.”

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This week has been both educational and enlightening.

My son William has been visiting from Nashville where the night life is always hopping. When he arrived in Starkville, aka Boardtown (that’s what my town was called in its early days), he was bewildered by the lack of entertainment opportunities. He calls it “Bored-town”. Read the rest of this entry »

Now how’d that remote get into the silver drawer?

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I just spent two hours searching my house for a book I bought several years ago when I was dreaming of building a cabin in the woods. I never did find it, but I found a million other things that have been missing. Of course, I wasn’t particularly interested in finding them anymore. Read the rest of this entry »

My son William requested an ice cream cake from Coldstone Creamery for his birthday.  I followed instructions and took the cake out 15 minutes before I was planning to serve. By then, the ice cream on the outside was beginning to melt so I began to carve.   I carved and pounded but it remained hard as a glacier.

William came in the kitchen to see what was taking so long.  Our guests started getting a little nervous when he went to my tool box and withdrew a hammer and chisel to give me a hand to cut the cake.  They began worrying about their teeth, I expect.

Rebel mirrors my activity over the past 24-hours. On Sunday we hosted a retirement/birthday party for my son William and my Dad, Tom Braddock. Read the rest of this entry »

My new roommate, Clint, brought his kitty over when he moved in with me. In case you missed the preface to this scenario, he is a tenant of mine whose apartment flooded. He moved in with me last Monday and we’ve co-existed - very comfortably I think - for the past six days. I will miss him when he’s gone. Read the rest of this entry »