There are many ways for a young man to celebrate the Fourth of July. He may attend a respectable picnic, wave a flag with suitable dignity, or consume enough pie to bring honor upon his family. Yet history has shown… Continue reading

Some people believe patriotism is measured by the size of a parade in Washington, the number of speeches delivered by politicians, or the volume of opinions shouted across that marvelous invention known as the internet. I cannot agree. A nation… Continue reading

Well now, let me tell you how this curious tale of woodland folly met its conclusion, for it is one of those stories that folks in our town will speak of in hushed tones for generations to come, partly out… Continue reading

Our nation had reached the respectable old age of two hundred years, and naturally celebrated the event by setting off enough fireworks to convince Heaven that the Revolution had started over because somebody misplaced the receipt. Front Street was crowded… Continue reading

It began with a flicker of motion, a shadow moving along the top of the fence with the insolent grace of a creature that believed itself entitled to be there. Buddy’s eyes narrowed. It was no ordinary cat. It was… Continue reading

It is that time of year once again when Buddy and I take up our annual post on the front porch. We settle into our accustomed stations like a pair of aging lighthouse keepers, watching over a sea of asphalt… Continue reading

It has been remarked upon by wiser men than myself that the human animal possesses a remarkable capacity for labor-saving devices, provided those devices require no actual labor to employ. A man will toil six days in the field to… Continue reading

The only two things that’ll never admit to having a fault are politicians and full-grown bulls, and only one of them can talk about it afterward. 6160 was twenty-five hundred pounds of bad intentions tied together with brisket and horns.… Continue reading

It is a grand and comforting truth that while the human heart may falter, the tax collector never sleeps, nor does he suffer from amnesia. In the majestic territory of Washoe County, where the sagebrush grows high and the wallets… Continue reading

Buddy’s eyes snapped open as he lay under the porch, the familiar scent of damp earth and forgotten tennis balls filling his nostrils. Something was amiss. His ears twitched, catching the telltale rustle of unauthorized activity near the bird feeder.… Continue reading