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Should hummingbirds cool it with all that sugar juice? Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Hummingbird! Duck!

By: John Carlson—  With only one hummingbird regularly flocking to our feeder these days, I nevertheless relish evenings spent on our back deck, watching it cavort. It’s an activity that follows a familiar pattern. Pour some bourbon into a glass. Carry the glass out to the deck overlooking our hummingbird…

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These days you see zombies on billboards, in crawl spaces ..." Photo illustration by: Mike Rhodes

John Carlson: What Do I Hear Down There?

By: John Carlson— There is a certain level of spookiness encountered at night when one’s old kitchen is torn out in order to put in a new one. This is especially true when – in terms of personal courage – you are an unapologetic chicken, and indeed, the sort of…


An array of art glass can be an eye-catching sight. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Heated Expressions

By: John Carlson— One thing I know about glass blowing is, it’s not for wimps. Actually, there are two things I know about glass blowing, the second being, when you’ve got that glob of molten, fiery-hot glass stuck to the end of your air tube, DO NOT INHALE. Not that…


One thing about pet rats is, there’s no shortage of them. Photo by: graphicstock

John Carlson: Twitchy-Nosed Babies

By: John Carlson— Ever notice how we humans under-appreciate rats? Consider Pizza Rat. Remember him? He was the rat purposefully navigating steps into the New York City subway system on YouTube a while back, hauling home a pristine slice of carry-out pizza. Talk about can-do spirit! That was a rat…


From 1 to 10, Neanderthals were a 1 on the style scale. Illustration by: graphicstock

John Carlson: A Shocking Discovery

By: John Carlson— There’s a lot of Swedish in me, but I always hoped there was some Irish, too, The Auld Sod’s writers like Frank McCourt and Sean O’Faolain being among my favorites. So when our daughter Katie gave Nancy and me a couple DNA tracking kits for Christmas, I…


Nothing sticks to your ribs like some great bean soup. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: No Bones About It

By: John Carlson— My wife makes a mean ham-and-bean soup, which is fortunate, since I grew up eating some of the very best. A visit down to Mt. Summit and Sparky’s Doghouse –  better known by many of us as The Cultural Center of the Universe – started me obsessing…


This parachuting logbook is mighty short on entries. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Going Dowwwnnnnnn!!!!!

By: John Carlson— Once upon a time, I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. This was nearly 45 years ago, while a student at a small Christian college.  The school was a place which prohibited many things that most young people considered fun, like smoking, drinking and dancing. Falling…