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Fine teeth make for a fab Fido. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Look, Ma! No Cavities!

By: John Carlson— So Nan brings Toby back from the veterinarian’s office the other day and says she has some bad news to share. “Oh, no!” I scream, hand to my mouth, collapsing on the floor in grief. “How long has he got?” “He’s not dying, dingbat.” “He’s not?” I…


Diligence masters The Corpse yoga pose. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: At Yoga, He’s a Dead Ringer

By: John Carlson— I haven’t been practicing yoga very long, but long enough to know my overwhelmingly favorite yoga pose. It’s called The Corpse. As you may have surmised, The Corpse is so named because what you do is pretend that you are dead. Like with many other things in…


Eating well means food should make you wince. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Gotta Love Hot Sauce

By: John Carlson— What is it about hot sauce that’s so addictive? I’m sure there is a scientific explanation, something about the heat molecules pumping up your brain’s pleasure sensors until your turgid tastebuds can only find sweet release in hotter and hotter foodstuffs before they go haywire and leave…


My Uncle Jim explains the whiskey distilling process. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: A Distiller In the Family!

By: John Carlson— Full confession: On exceedingly rare occasions and for medicinal purposes only, I have been known to take a teensy-weensy sip of the corn whiskey known as “bourbon.” What’s more, I don’t dislike it. You can imagine, then, the excitement with which I greeted the news that by…


Gotta wear a tie? Bolo’s the way to golo. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Bolos Are Ties That Bind

By: John Carlson— If it’s true, as some say, that you are what you wear, then at heart I am a square-dance caller. It’s not that I like square dancing. I don’t. Like most guys, when it comes to any form of dancing, if I were given the choice of…


Acquiring chickens is a beautiful dream. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: For the Love of Chickens

By: John Carlson— My wife has a recurrent dream. It’s about chickens. In this dream, Nancy actually owns chickens. Rather, we own chickens, an assortment of dutiful, fancifully feathered cluckers that reside out back. Sometimes she will go for eight or nine months without even mentioning chickens. But then, out…


Here comes … er, I mean … there goes the sun. Photo by: John Carlson

John Carlson: It’s Out of This World

By: John Carlson— One thing you can say about outer space is there’s a helluva lot of it. This profound observation occurred to me over years of casual star gazing. But a recent visit to Ball State University’s super-cool Charles W. Brown Planetarium left me with lots more observations, not…


This log will sprout some tasty stuff. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

Carlson: Another Reason to Shop

By: John Carlson— Have I mentioned how much Nan and I love Minnetrista’s Farmers Market? If not, I should have long ago. That’s because it is undoubtedly one of the coolest things about living in Muncie, being a great place to buy wonderful food, slurp excellent coffee and meet old…


Who would guess they were so devious? Photo by: Mike Rhodes

Carlson: Feathered Friend? Nope

By: John Carlson— So the other day I have an eye exam and the doctor finds a splotchy, whitish, non-serious anomaly in the depths of one eyeball which, nonetheless, shocks me in its diagnosis. “It’s probably just a bit of histoplasmosis,” he says. “Just?” I think. Indeed, this diagnosis sort…


Photo credit: Poor Jack Amusements poster as photographed by Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Just Giving Fun a Whirl

By: John Carlson— Working at a local carnival not long ago, this being part of a volunteer fundraising effort for the Back to School Teachers Store, reminded me of when I was employed in the amusement park business. Having just finished college back then, I told myself this job was…


Yippee! A culinary miracle is at hand! Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Zap Some Happiness

By: John Carlson— With the recent ringing of our front door bell I found my dear friend Jimmy Hayes standing on my porch, tears of joy splashing from his eyes and a package in his hands giving off an angelic, heavenly light. Now, if I may digress a moment, for…


You won’t believe how I got a scar. Really. Photo by: graphicstock

John Carlson: Making Most of An Incision

By: John Carlson— For a fresh look that’s sure to draw admiring glances from people of the fairer sex, there’s nothing like having your throat cut. I know. Mine was cut a month or so ago. My cut is fully eight inches long. Well, OK. It would be eight inches…


Bill Finney flying his L-19 Bird Dog through blue skies. Photo by: Kevin Tanner/Air Classics magazine

John Carlson: A Flight to Remember

By: John Carlson— There’s nothing like recent spinal surgery to make crawling in and out of small airplanes a big challenge. But I digress. It was a glorious spring afternoon two weeks ago when I received a phone call from my friend Bill Finney, offering me a ride in his…


Snakes’ public relations glitch began in biblical times. By: graphicstock

John Carlson: Snakes? I Don’t Need ‘Em

By: John Carlson— Snakes scare the bejesus out of me. Not long ago on Facebook I ran into a short video posted by an old newspaper buddy, photographer Kurt Hostetler, that documented him and his boy Owen’s encounter with a harmless garden-variety snake. What a nice father-son nature moment, I…


An American flag marks Memorial Day. By: Graphicstock

John Carlson: Remembering The Fallen

By: John Carlson— For more than a year-and-a-half, back in the waning days of my newspaper career at The Star Press, I wrote a weekly feature story about World War II veterans. This fed a natural hunger on my part, one that began with hearing the stories I begged my…