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Joy blooms in backyard corner. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Welcome Bees and More

By: John Carlson— Until I’m doing handstands and cartwheels while rebounding from a couple inconvenient back and spinal issues, my world seems a pretty small place. It’s not a bad place, though. There’s my house, which is airy and open and easy to get around in, plus there’s a pretty…


A carwash is awash with excitement. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Wash Brings River to Mind

By: John Carlson— You know your life lacks excitement when the wildest thing you do all day is drive through the carwash. We did this yesterday. With Nan behind the wheel, I coached her into Clancy’s tire tracker gizmo, offering helpful hints like “Left,” and “Right,” and then “A little…


Bathroom scale’s loss is ours, too. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Time to Shed Some Flab

By: John Carlson— Spring is here and summer is on the way, along with the promise of sunny days spent wearing Speedos and bikinis at poolside parties and beaches. Regrettably, it is also time for some of us to shed those pesky 60 to 70 pounds of rippling, gurgling blubber…


Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Recalling the Amish Cook

By: John Carlson— One cool thing about working in the newspaper business is it affords you experiences you might not otherwise enjoy, like meeting Elizabeth Coblentz. Name ring a bell? If so, it’s because she was the original Amish Cook who first authored the newspaper column that has run for…


Cure for snoring isn’t duct tape. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Snoring Raises a Ruckus

By: John Carlson— There aren’t many physical activities I’m really good at, but one of them is definitely snoring. In noting this, I am not tooting my own horn, forgive the pun. Based on my personal knowledge, I would say I am lousy at snoring, a guy who peacefully slips…


Escargot is better known as snails. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: They’re a Juicy Little Taste Treat

By: John Carlson— You know, when dinnertime rolls around, nothing “hits the spot” like some delicious snails. I didn’t always feel this way, though. Like, take way back before my culinary awakening to snails  – meaning two whole weeks ago. At that time, my opinion of eating snails was best…


Guys riding shotgun shouldn’t squeal. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Rental Car Teaches Humility

By: John Carlson— Once upon a time I had a sweet ride. And I do mean ride. This started off as one of those bad news/good news/bad news things. Having recently flown into Clearwater, FL, for vacation, Nan went to where our car rental place had reserved us a vehicle,…


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….


Movie tickets lead to Oscar statuettes. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Great Flicks? Here Ya Go!

By: John Carlson— Academy Awards time, also known as Oscar Night, is nearing, so I decided to offer my thoughts on movies. Of the Best Picture nominees, Nan and I have seen two, “Manchester by the Sea” and “La La Land.” Both of us loved the former, but were divided…


Lack of snow means a lack of sledding trauma. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: No Sledding Today? Yay!

By: John Carlson— I love snowless winter days for any number of reasons, not least of which is this: They eliminate any chance I might go sledding. Oh sure, I used to go sledding. This was when I was a grade-school child. We lived in a city near Lake Erie’s…