A while back I was wishing it were summer again. Truth be told, I now wish it was fall with the cooler weather that comes with it.
The guy who robbed a bank because he would rather go to jail than go home to his wife wasn’t thinking clearly. He was 71 years old, I believe, which makes it even harder to comprehend for me.
If it were me I would probably buy fishing gear instead and go fishing for a week in Canada or somewhere cool.
Lately I have had fishing on the brain. I just haven’t taken the plunge and bought equipment.
When we moved to the house four years ago, I gave all of my poles and fishing equipment away.
In Kansas you can buy a $40 license that is good until the age of 75. I believe ages 65-75 it is the $40 fee and then it is free after that.
My doctor’s office called and told me after my latest blood work that I should eat more fish and less fat, so that also ties in with the fishing theme.
I believe that means I am supposed to go fishing.
We’re hoping that the workers at the Tabor’s fine arts center will get around to covering the shiny silver material they slapped on the west walls.
The sun reflects off it late in the day and makes it really bright in our house.
Many of you in Hillsboro will remember Bruce Knaak. He graduated from Hillsboro High in 1968 and spent a lot of his younger days and adult life in the newspaper business in Hillsboro and Emporia, and for a time worked with me at the Wichita Sun.
Robert Bruce Knaak died of cancer on Sept. 26, 2016, after a long battle.
His wish was to have a “Celebration of Life” on his birthday, which was June 11. We had the privilege of attending. We rode along last week with Dick and Barb Koontz to Camp Alexander, just east of Emporia. Dick and Bruce were close buddies as kids in school.
The gathering included a time of sharing, and many of the stories shared included the sense of humor Bruce had. He was a very funny guy.
We reunited with DeeAnn, Bruce’s wife, met his son, Tony, and his family and heard Bruce’s brother’s John and Richard share about their “little” brother.
I received a package in the mail the other day from Dave Ranney that had the words “Column Material” written on it. There was a book inside, that I presume he bought at a garage sale somewhere in Lawrence. The book was entirely about outhouses.
I haven’t read many of the short stories yet, but the memories of the outhouses at both of my grandparents home places in Minnesota were brought back to life.
Thank you, city, for fixing our power line.
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