Rick Watson

2 days 16 hours ago
I stumbled upon a cache of old photographs of Jilda’s family this week. She had almost broken a hip trying to get sweaters out of the depths of my closet. From the darkness, I could hear muffled curses and unkind words about the way I stored my winter clothing.  I would be the first to admit that my storage methodology is a bit...
2 days 17 hours ago
We had a cookout on the first day of November. It just did not seem right that Halloween fell on Friday night and the following day, the kids were still cranked on high fructose corn syrup and their costumes were barely wrinkled. Halloween should definitely be a two-day holiday. Jilda realized the opportunity a month or so before the end of...
2 weeks 1 day ago
There is a bouquet of zinnias in my bathroom in a tall ivory vase. They are red, purple and burnt orange. The color is more vivid than a Kodachrome slide. They appear there every few days during the summer, almost as if by magic. I have never seen them wilt. While I am running around chasing story leads and interviewing people, a new...
3 weeks 1 day ago
Jilda and I have always had dogs. Most of them were “throw-aways” that showed up at our front door limping, with mange, worms, and other maladies stemming from abuse and neglect. A big red dog of questionable lineage wandered up several years ago. He was so old that his teeth were worn down to nubs and one of his ears had been...
4 weeks 1 day ago
I have been in a love affair for most of my life. I started out younger than most, but I understood at a tender age the power of the attraction.   Before you start thinking that old Rick has lost his marbles, let me explain that my love affair is with coffee. I remember one cool December morning when I was about five years old. I had...
5 weeks 1 day ago
There are things we give that will outlive us. This train of thought pulled into my mental terminal a few weeks ago while sitting on the back deck watching our great nephew Jordan play. His mom had to work late and his Nana had a doctor's appointment, so I picked him up at school.   I asked him if he had eaten. "Only a little...
6 weeks 22 hours ago
It is funny what I remember from childhood. Some memories are fuzzy, but others are as vivid as an Imax movie that comes rushing back at a sound or smell.  This morning was chilly, so slipping on a sweater seemed the wise thing to do as I stepped down for the morning paper. I involuntarily shivered for the first time this fall. On the...
7 weeks 1 day ago
It is late in the third quarter of my life, and it has finally dawned on me that someday is today. Someday is a catchall word used flippantly. It is a time we will not find on any calendar. “Yes, we’ll go to Paris someday.” Or maybe, “I’m going back to school to finish my degree someday.” But when is someday...
7 weeks 1 day ago
My office was a mess with months of magazines and stacks of unread books. There were knick-knacks and souvenirs hanging on the wall that had been there for years.  Setting my jaw, I decided it was time to do some reorganization.  However, my efforts ended abruptly when I moved some old festival badges and came across a pair of...
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