I went turkey hunting over Easter weekend with my son and brother in western Kansas and Nebraska. (I didn’t intentionally set it for this weekend, but you know how Easter is: it can’t keep track of it’s own birthday. Evidently, I can’t...
Until I recently heard it from John Philips, president of the board of the AllHealth Network, I’d never heard that phrase. And when I did, John’s matter-of-fact way of inserting it into our discussion jolted my prudish sensibilities. Despite our...
My wife and I baby sat our two young granddaughters at our home recently. They migrate routinely between their parents’ home and ours; they’re our peripatetic grandchildren. We’re blessed to have them live so near. Unfortunately, the event that...
I first noticed it while going door to door in my fourth and last campaign for House District 37 in 2012. Because the district was very competitive, every two years I always had to ring thousands of Republican and unaffiliated doorbells between April and election day...
Our son, Byron, is a smart guy. But, growing up, he was not big on school. He much preferred to spend his time reading books. I don’t know how many times he read the Civil War epic, Rifles for Watie. And he almost certainly doesn’t either. It drove us,...
