My grandfather was driving us back from Broken Bow. It was late on a Saturday night. At least it was late for me. My bedtime was usually 8 o’clock. It was at least 8:30, and I was tired. My grandfather was a blacksmith. He went to Oklahoma each Saturday forContinue Reading

The last few years of my dad’s life, he would often say, “I don’t want to learn anything new.” He was serious. I would show him something new on a cell phone, or the latest item that was all the rage, and he wasn’t impressed. “That’s nice son, but IContinue Reading