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Old-timers arguing has a certain level of entertainment value that attracts me like a moth to a flame.

For holiday houseguests in my Alabama home-away-from-home, I was putting fresh sheets on three beds when one guest offered to help.

Most folks do not take kindly to being told who to vote for nor how fast to drive on open roads. We can make up our minds on our own without the harping.

In my phone, I have saved the husband’s name followed by this endearing message, “Favorite Husband.”

When Dr. Sam said to me, “You’ve got the colon of a man half your age,” it was hard to keep from beaming. This must be how a mother feels when a complete stranger tells her how beautiful her new baby is.

Well, maybe not so much.

“Barkeep. House ale here.”

Where can I go? When life is too much and I’m spent, where is my safe-space from the demands placed on me? The physical, emotional and spiritual locale that is specific to my needs? Evasion, side-stepping, dodging and getting away?

There Betty Lynn and I stood in flip-flops and faded denim shorts ‘neath the old apple tree.

Put yourself in a cop’s shoes and chances are you won’t like what you see in your face. The vocation of being a police officer is maximized by expectations while confronting people who have likely broken the law.

So now we have a couple of weeks of sports barrenness after a very exciting Super Bowl. That is, if you are not a fan of NBA basketball.