The Demise of Delilah

Delilah was her name-she was an ugly faded orange ’55 2nd generation Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up…

What did you say? HUH?

I have written a little about my Grandma Light before, but one of her characteristics that really stood out was she was really hard of hearing. She refused to use her hearing aids, didn’t put them in or just didn’t buy batteries…

Growing up quickly

When I look at my little Grandchildren, I think back when I was just a little older than they are right now…

Another Pig Tale..

My friend Billy in Alabama says he loves a good pig story and so do I.

I worked on the old Railroad for 30 some years and one early morning at around 4am in the switch shanty the conversation went like this: Teddy C. my engineer says:

“Do any of you smart Rails know anything about castrating pigs?”

A Very Cold Day

One of my fondest memories with my two younger sons happened a bitterly cold, snowy day. We had a free day to do anything we wanted together, which was a rare occasion. There was always work, mother railroad was always calling me away or these two boys had a sport to practice or a game to play. When neither one of those things were happening there was always school for the two of them. But this day we could all go someplace together. It was freezing cold with the north wind blowing, but…