While in a public restroom, I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice in the other stall say, “Hi, how are you?” A little embarrassed I answered, “Doing good.” “So what are you up to?” the person in the other stall asked. “Uhhh, I’m like you,” I responded, “jus’ sitting here trying to…

“Darn liquid sunshine,” Tommy said as they stepped off the bus. It had rained all the way from Cheyenne to Denver as the bus traveled throughout the early morning. The horses were already in Denver. A caravan of horse trailers had started out two days before. Tommy was supposed to be down there with them…

So far in my tale of woe, I had my power steering hose torn off and a hole punctured in my radiator from this errant computer monitor as I was going to the dump. And when Last  left you, my wife had jus’ come home and announced both of my front tires were flat. I…

Luke A. Wildgrube Jr., was born on September 9, 1935, in Woodland, Washington and passed away on August 9, 2008, at his home in Dinsmore, California. Luke was my Uncle. Luke moved with his family from Washington to Humboldt County at the age of 12, were he attended grade school at Cuddyback School in Carlotta.…

May I Speak? Can I speak? No, I can’t for my voice is weak, Weak from the life that I seek. It is weak for no sound comes. Not a tune can I even hum. Nothing to save me from the glum. For it’s the music I won’t say. It’s not the time or the…

The last couple of days have been busy ones for me, not an excuse, jus’ statin’ a fact. If I had been better organized I would have not missed writing yesterday . The big news of the day is that Keon passed his driving permit test after eight tries. Finally! I told him that it…

Getting ready to lay down for a nap as I have to be on-air at midnight, so I figured I’d get an early jump on this as there’s a couple of things on my mind… Kyle received an invite from an organization called, ‘People-to-People,’ to go over to Japan for 14-days of study. I don’t…

I wrote this for my dad, Thomas Junior Darby (1933-1995,) shortly after returning home from having buried him. It’s based on my eulogy given at the time of his funeral. I took what I said and reworked it into a poem. Red refers to his once wavy head of red hair… It’s for sure Ol’…

“That danged washer is broke down again,” Mom said over the phone to Dad. He was working at the Requa Air Force Station. Earlier that year he had been able to get permission from the Base Commander to use the station’s laundry facilities. A few minutes later Dad called back. Mom lifted the receiver from…

Yesterday, I had an appointment with my doctor at the Reno VA. It was a good visit, I’m in pretty good heath so there is little to nothing for me to worry about. On the way out of the building I noticed an old man, hunched over his walker working his way up the sidewalk. I…