He never had a childhood

He never had a childhood By Joe Rector Our dad passed away in 1965. For the last 58 years, Jim and I have been without a father. No, we don’t whine about it, nor have we ever used it as an excuse for misbehavior or bad decisions. Still, that’s a long time ago, and I...

Too stubborn to give up

By Joe Rector As I’ve stated on several occasions, my skills as a carpenter or plumber or handyman are limited. It’s not so much that I am unable to learn those skills; it’s more that no one ever taught me them. I still keep trying to complete projects, but many times...

How can that be possible

How can that be possible By Joe Rector Believe it or not, I’ve calmed down quite a bit over the last few years. Before that, my temper or “righteous indignation” many times took over my mind and body and caused me to do or say some things of which I might not have...

Loving our children

Loving our children By Joe Rector A person lies down for a good night’s sleep. Just as he’s about to fall into a deep sleep, his dog is disturbed and begins to bark loud enough to wake the dead. The howling lasts for hours, long enough to make a restful night...

Sour Notes

Sour Notes By Joe Rector I’ve always enjoyed singing. Jim and I sang in the children’s choir at church when we were young. For some reason, we had to sing a song alone for most of those events. Even in high school, Mike Guinn, Jim, and I sang a special song in front...

Ball Camp Boys

Ball Camp Boys By Joe Rector My brother and I were on the golf course when he received a call. On the other end of the line was Mike Floyd. He was asking us to join him and some other men for lunch. Mike informed us it would be a “Ball Camp” meeting. Curious about...