Author: Slim Randles

The focus group broke up after an hour and a half with laughter and full tummies and hugs and handshakes.

The problem Marvin Pincus had yesterday was simply time. You see, he’d found that new-to-him but older-anyway deluxe glass Fenwick

“How about a television ad,” Steve said during the manure-and-worm free lunch focus group, “that shows a cartoon of a

Herb walked into O’Dontal Dental the other day, holding his hand against a swollen face. He hadn’t even made an

Whenever my lack of mechanical prowess threatens to surface, I sure miss the solenoid. It was always there for us,

One of the great pleasures of hanging around down at the livestock auction barn each Saturday morning is being able

Daybreak. Coffee. The Big Two. There’s something so satisfying about getting out of bed when the world is still dark

It’s the first Saturday in March, 1973, and more than 40 dog mushers are ready to leave the semi-pro baseball

Day started slowly, after Steve and Snort were already through two big pastures and into the birth of the hills.

The subject was love, of course, with Valentine’s Day upon us, and that’s why the grizzled and semi-grizzled members of

The morning conference began innocently enough, with Steve and Doc arguing over which of the little packaged jellies went better

One thing about cold: it drives folks indoors. But in some cases, it also can provide entertainment, enlightenment, laughter and

Herb tried on the Santa suit this morning. Couldn’t button the middle button on the jacket, but fortunately the pants

There is a secret selfish longing we all share this time of year. It is traditional to give gifts at

My first wife came from a ranching family way back up in the hills and had a cousin, Ted, who

There were two little boys down at the Doughnut Hole Café the other day, standing outside, just waiting. They didn’t

The evening was one of those that come back to you time after time, year after long year. It comes

Sure was good to see Jimmy back from the Middle East last week. He looks good in that uniform, too.

A building project (for those of us who are carpenterially challenged) can be a confusing nightmare of little whatchits we

September means pencils, books and teacher’s dirty looks for the youngsters, but it also means state fair season. That’s when

The annual Fourth of July picnic was a celebration of time and freedom. We’d all watched the parade, earlier, because