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John Carlson: It’s Bye-Bye Bybee

By: John Carlson— 3/13/19 Story update from John Carlson is below. For anybody who read my column about the end of Bybee Pottery last Friday (see column below) and wished they had the opportunity to buy some, I have good news. I was wrong. Well, sort of wrong. Yes, the historic Bybee Pottery shop in Waco, Ky., that had opened in 1809 did close its doors to the public in 2011. What I hadn’t counted on, and didn’t know about,…


John Carlson: It’s A Nice Place To Visit

By: John Carlson— Not long ago, Nancy and I drove south to visit our son and daughter-in-law in one of our favorite places, Nashville, Tenn. This trip just served to highlight the wide range of attractions there. Yes, I like a whiskey-fueled romp through a Nashville honky-tonk as much as the next tourist, just so long as I don’t have to dance or otherwise move my feet. But this trip, we started off at the Frist Art Museum, where a…


John Carlson: A Fun Day To Mold Clay

By: John Carlson— In an attempt to fulfill our artistic destinies, Nancy and I have begun taking pottery lessons at Cornerstone Center for the Arts. Walking into class a couple Wednesdays ago, we were introduced to our teacher, Eugene Boyd, who is sort of a missionary for the joys of pottery-making. A friendly, effusive man, he told us how after retiring from his career as a General Motors toolmaker, he anticipated spending his golden years in a woodworking shop. Then…


John Carlson: We’re Eating Hearty

By: John Carlson— Where we were, precisely, I forget. It may have been a hot fried-chicken joint where the burn in that crispy bird left me happily gasping. It may have been the sushi place, where you lifted your selections from the tiny flatcars that passed your booth on miniature railroad tracks. Or it may have been the traditional Mexican place, which answered my pressing question, “How does a grasshopper taco taste?” What I do remember is that it was…


John Carlson: Going Nowhere Fast

By: John Carlson— Yielding to abject feelings of guilt and shame about my woeful physical condition, on New Year’s Day I began riding my stationary bike. This was pretty much a new experience, having only ridden my stationary bike twice since getting it for Christmas. By that, I mean Christmas of 1987. In the decades since then, the only exercise it had provided me was hauling it from the basement of whatever house we were moving out of to the…


John Carlson: Extraordinary Expeditions

By: John Carlson— Yeah, I am the kind of man who thrives on the danger inherent in adventurous expeditions, like on our twice-yearly trips to the Gulf of Mexico. True, the gulf is rife with blood-thirsty sharks. But I just laugh them off, pay them no mind. This is for two reasons: First, as already noted, I am the kind of man who thrives on the danger inherent in adventurous expeditions. Second, to reach me, those sharks will have to…


John Carlson: ‘Raise The Lid, Dude.’

By: John Carlson— The other day while reading about the latest advancements in household technology, this came up. Smart toilets. It shouldn’t have surprised me, I guess. Everything else is smart these days. Smart phones. Smart cars. Smart whatever.  If I wait long enough, maybe there will be smart golf balls that make their way unerringly into the cup, no matter how bad you suck at golf. As a person who has actually teed off on holes where my golf…


John Carlson: Ya Gotta Love Dogs

By: John Carlson— For a guy raised by God-fearing parents, a 36-year member of Muncie’s Holy Trinity Lutheran Church and a graduate of that Christian college just up the road called Taylor University, I am a decidedly subpar, half-baked believer. Nevertheless, I say my prayers every night, soliciting no shortage of blessings, but also giving thanks for the ones I have. Like dogs. I’m not sure how this particular passage got dropped from the Bible. Nevertheless, I am certain at…


John Carlson: For Future Eaters’ Sake

By: John Carlson— They were, to say the least, spectacular meatballs. About the size of racquet balls, they were carried to our table by our friendly young waiter, an intense-looking kid bearing the two crowning meat jewels that topped each bowl of rotini pasta. Tomatoey scented, the bowls’ contents were thick with melted cheese. Just a quick look and one thing was obvious: If you were beaned by one of these babies, thrown at your head by a Major League…


John Carlson: Doesn’t Taste Like Chicken

By: John Carlson— My wife Nancy and I have been off-and-on subscribers to the magazine Outdoor Indiana for a number of years, which also means we get its annual Department of Natural Resources calendar. This calendar is very handy for pointing out things you otherwise might miss. Like, without this calendar, I wouldn’t know that Feb. 25 is the day skunk cabbage will presumably be blooming up in Pokagon State Park. So if you find regular cabbage bland, you could…