See his wedding ring? Yeah, he didn’t either. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: A Case Of Lost And Found

By: John Carlson— Having started a diet a month ago, what I ended up with is skinny fingers. I can’t say skinny fingers is what I was shooting for, though I suppose one reaches a point in any diet where one figures skinny fingers are better than skinny nothing. But…

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What ruins a fun day at the beach? Sharks! Professional graphic by: John Carlson

John Carlson: Shark Phobia Isn’t Fishy

By: John Carlson— Our annual vacation to the Gulf of Mexico is coming up, so naturally I’m getting a trifle twitchy. You see, the gulf has – there’s no easy way to put this  – sharks. I never used to think much about sharks before we started vacationing on beaches…

Insolent stinkbugs defy human domination. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Bugs are Creating a Stink

By: John Carlson— Stinkbugs. They’re not just in Muncie anymore. Please forgive my riff on the old TV commercial touting, “Orange juice. It’s not just for breakfast anymore.” But some recent Facebook traffic leads me to believe that stinkbugs are now as ubiquitous as America’s favorite fruit drink. This came…

Checking out clouds with my Cloud Selector. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Cloudy days? Excellent!

By: John Carlson— Clouds? You gotta love ‘em. I love watching them form and drift and, alas, dissipate. And who doesn’t love how they dress up the sky during a spectacular sunset? What’s more, I’m told the same glorious thing sometimes occurs at sunrise, though being retired now, I wouldn’t…

A barbell creates bulging, he-man muscles. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Lifting weights? One’ll Do

By: John Carlson— I am a weightlifter. Literally. By this, I mean I lift a single weight. One. Eins. Uno. This lonely barbell came into my possession Christmas morning, courtesy of my wife, Nan. But while it is only a 10-pounder, it was far and away my biggest gift, both…

My dork factor makes a fedora unwearable. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: A Tip of the Hat to Hats

By: John Carlson— I’ve recently inherited two hats. One is a classic fedora, the type that as a little boy I called a “daddy hat.” That’s because back in the day, it was the kind my father wore to funerals, dental appointments and similar somber gatherings. The other is a…

Crawl space inhabitants are pushing their luck. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Time for Ban on Raccoons

By: John Carlson— I don’t believe in ghosts, much, but I do believe in raccoons. If I ever doubted raccoons exist – which, of course, I didn’t – proof of them has become irrefutable of late, since a whole family of the pesky varmints has apparently moved under our house….