The four of us loaded up into the car for the final drive to the vet clinic. It was the first time the old dog actually laid his head in Kyle’s lap and I recall thinking perhaps he knows this is the last time he’ll get to go “bye-bye.” Inside the vet clinic, we were…

Time and again I have said God has a sense of humor. Here’s another case in point. Yesterday I stepped out of my right shoe. That’s to say: it tore along the side and my foot popped out. I had to throw that pair away. Then this morning I went to church and found out…

Every day after school, Adam and I would come home and look in the icebox.  As we grew into men with wives and children of our own, coming home for visits, we continued to look in the icebox.  On one visit to see Mom, I committed a serious breach of civility.  I looked in the…

The Continental Airliner landed and taxied up to the gate. Within moments everyone was deplaning including me. As I walked down the companion way, I could see the sign. It read “Tommy Darby.” Tulsa has the largest airport near Muskogee. I wasn’t going to Oklahoma for fun as I had jus’ gotten word that my…

It was the Fourth of July and I had only been on station three days, when Dave Barber and I were invited to go shoot off some fireworks. We were packed into one car and it’s trunk was loaded with lady-fingers and salutes. What started out as lighting off fireworks denigrated into an all-out free-for-all,…

Putting my foot in my mouth and saying inappropriate things has always been a forte’ of mine. I was working at KONE with Paul Stewart when he had to set me straight after I opened my fat-yap. The day before I had purchased a brand-new car; a Hyundai for $6,000. I was feeling pretty happy…

Adam Maynard Darby, 46, passed away on January 25, 2010, in San Francisco, California. He was born on August 4, 1963, in Sacramento, California. He attended school at Margaret Keating Elementary and graduated from Del Norte High School in 1981. Adam served honorably in the U.S. Army as a Ranger. Adam is survived by his wife Kelly,…

The cowpuncher pulled on his chaps, Then he cinched up on the straps. That commenced the real fun As he pulled them undone, ‘Cause his gut decided to prolapse.

“What makes you a cowboy?” A ‘slicker asked my friend. My friend scratched his chin, “Ain’t no tellin’,” my friend replied, “Jus’ the way its always been. “Is it the hat or the boots you wears?” The ‘slicker asked my friend. My friend just smiled some, “Naw, it ain’t that,” my friend replied, “At least…

Grease the palm that earns the bread, Wringing hands together in nervous frenzy, Running fingers through the hair of the head, Reflecting hard on what’s yet to come. Time for a parting of the ways, The grand brush off comes painlessly. Hope is gained for the division stays, Everything swept aside in a couple strokes.…