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The Posole Dash
I used to run a small warehouse in downtown Sacramento. Actually, it was less of a warehouse than a 5,000 square foot, hollowed-out office space with pallet racking and a forklift modified not to go through the eight-and-a-half-foot ceiling. We were a bunch of guys who cussed and joked too much and encouraged each other’s… Read more
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Popular Mechanics and Taquitos
Let’s get something straight before I tell you this tale of impotency and frustration, lubed with plenty of dirt and grease. It may not make this blogger any less pathetic, but at least you will understand this story – and me – a little better. My father is a master mechanic and I am not.… Read more
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Practical Applications to Memorizing Scripture
In a (baby) step to try to get my writing published beyond this blog, I have submitted the following tiny essay to Cathedral Press for consideration to print on the back of one of their church bulletins that are read by subscribing member churches every Sunday. I know it is a subject almost none of… Read more
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Why I Don’t Build Boats for a Living
While it does not happen every day, occasionally when strangers learn my last name, they feel the need to comment on it. When I was a kid, older folks would hear or read my name and ask if I am related to the famous classic movie star. Alas, I am not. In my high school… Read more
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Home Sweet Home
About 17 years ago, my wife, our two sons and I moved out of our mid-town apartment and into a nice little home in East Sacramento. I recall looking at all the children riding their bikes up and down the street when the real estate agent first showed us the house. “What a wonderful place… Read more
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The Summer Read I Just Couldn’t
Seen a man standin’ over a dead dog lyin’ by the highway in a ditch. He’s lookin’ down kinda puzzled pokin’ that dog with a stick. Got his car door flung open he’s standin’ out on Highway 31. Like if he stood there long enough that dog’d get up and run. — “Reason to Believe”… Read more
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