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The Evenin' Shadders: July 2009
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Post yours, too. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Golf with my nephew, Chris. NOTE: It’s strange, but I’ve received several requests to republish this column. Maybe it’s so those of you who are talented on golf course will have someone to laugh at. Or maybe you just like my column. Nawww, it’s probably the first reason. My nephew, Chris, is a golf wizard. He’s not just “good” — he’s great. He’s got the funky shoes, too. Yep, piranha shoes, that’s what I call ’em. 8220;You’ve got to be kidding. I know ...Chris p...
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The Evenin' Shadders: December 2009
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Post yours, too. Saturday, December 5, 2009. An Okie Christmas Carol. Somewhere southwest of here — before you get to the Red River — there’s a small town that’s typical of most Oklahoma small towns. And, as far as Oklahoma small towns go, it’s a pretty good place to live. There are a few people in town — the ones who go to church regularly — who were actually there when the event occurred, but those folks are tight-lipped and don't say anything. Bethany looked at her belly. She was eight months alon...
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The Evenin' Shadders: March 2009
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Post yours, too. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. A little about keeping government open. The public official’s secretary claimed she was only doing her job. 8220;Mr. Public official’s office,” she said. I’d called because I was working a story about how some public funds were being spent. 8220;Hi,” I answered. “This is Scott Carter with the newspaper may I speak with Mr. Public Official? Now at this point, everything was OK — but it changed quickly. 8220;He’s not in,” the secretary answered. 8221; she asked me.
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The Evenin' Shadders: The Night Shift
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Post yours, too. Sunday, July 24, 2011. You can tell the ones who work the night shift. Their bodies move slowly, bathed in the yellowish amber glow of neon. Exhausted by the day and drained by fear, they seek refuge beneath the glass and steel that – at this moment – is their home. This is the night shift. Those assigned didn’t seek the task – it found them. Once the decision was made – surgery, hospitalization, medicine – they were placed in the cue like so many others. They have embraced the darkness ...
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The Evenin' Shadders: Back home
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Post yours, too. Sunday, July 4, 2010. I'm surrounded by trees. The world is green, full and growing. Here, under the shadow of the old porch, I watch the trees sway back and forth, their limbs pregnant with leaves. I rewind to the past; back to a time when there were no worries about jobs, or issues, or problems that come with being an adult. I stand quietly and strain to remember my previous life - the laughter of late nights, cruising Main Street, the buzz of the June Bugs and the neon sign at the Dai...
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The Evenin' Shadders: November 2010
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Post yours, too. Sunday, November 21, 2010. My backyard is covered in leaves. Dry brown, scratchy, crunchy leaves. They dance over our driveway and skitter down the street. Bear, the cat, hides in them; and on occasion, Zach throws a few up in the air just to watch them float back to the earth. Outside at this very moment a full, round moon shines brightly in the November sky. Another soft autumn day. I'm thankful for the gift. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Evenin' Shadders: Pink Toes
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Post yours, too. Sunday, July 24, 2011. Zachary has pink toes. Thursday, that horrific, difficult, awful day, is over. And here, in the stillness of my home, the quiet is my benediction. My youngest son – the smallest, most fragile of a large, blended family – has stood at the edge of oblivion and returned. For the third time in our lives, Karen and I made the long, long walk down the yellowish-tan colored hallway to the operating theater. This time, Karen went in with Zach as they put him under. Late in...
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The Evenin' Shadders: July 2010
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Post yours, too. Sunday, July 4, 2010. I'm surrounded by trees. The world is green, full and growing. Here, under the shadow of the old porch, I watch the trees sway back and forth, their limbs pregnant with leaves. I rewind to the past; back to a time when there were no worries about jobs, or issues, or problems that come with being an adult. I stand quietly and strain to remember my previous life - the laughter of late nights, cruising Main Street, the buzz of the June Bugs and the neon sign at the Dai...
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The Evenin' Shadders: Fall, 2010
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Post yours, too. Sunday, November 21, 2010. My backyard is covered in leaves. Dry brown, scratchy, crunchy leaves. They dance over our driveway and skitter down the street. Bear, the cat, hides in them; and on occasion, Zach throws a few up in the air just to watch them float back to the earth. Outside at this very moment a full, round moon shines brightly in the November sky. Another soft autumn day. I'm thankful for the gift. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
