My Cave My View
Bury me in Monticello
“Bury me in Monticello or you might as well spread my ashes in a land fill.” That was my answer. The question that I was really trying to answer is where I want to live when we retire.
Hubcap hamburger in Arkansas
My too kind and loving wife and I are on vacation headed out to Nashville. I have stopped in Scott, AR, a town so small Monticello would seem like a sprawling metropolis in comparison.
True lies II
Contrary to the belief of many people, most of my time at the BLM is spent trying to manage our natural resources and get something constructive done; a trust by the American public that I take ver...
I have to confess that I just had a birthday and was a little disappointed at the turnout to the party that my too kind and loving wife didn’t have for me. But, I did experience a first this year: ...
Working out at the gym
My too kind and loving wife; I frequently wonder what she was thinking, but I always know where her heart is. She signed me up for the gym again. She is taking Pilates for fanatics and a core tra...
Boy you cannot imagine the burden of guilt lifted off my shoulders recently when the official LDS Church website came out and said that caffeinated drinks did not condemn me to Outer Darkness.
Burro in for a good hike
It is not every day that I decide to go for a hike carrying a 40-pound pack and bring my too kind and loving wife along with her very own 35-pound pack. Most people thought that carrying a pack sh...
A stab at skiing in Colorado
I am not sure what made me do it. I can usually count on my too kind and loving wife to have some common sense when it comes to my youthful uncontrolled exuberance to do something stupid.
Me and Tolstoy write books
Well it is finally done. I say done, but I mean finished. My too kind loving wife always points that out when the bread is baked, it is then done; but a task or work is finished.