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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 years I’ve heard folks credit Martin Luther with saying beer…


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 long if it were five inches longer. It’s really only…


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 beautiful warbird – a classic Cessna L-19 Bird Dog, such…


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 thought. Inside, though, I was screaming “Mommy!” My reaction is…


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 own father to tell about his combat service as a…


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 then, thanks to my skinny fingers, I lost my wedding…


Matched set: a broom and a floor. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: An Honorable Occupation

By: John Carlson— A couple times recently I’ve seen a meme on Facebook, the crux of which is that a person of integrity will treat a janitor the same way he or she treats a successful company’s CEO. As a former janitor, I completely agree. My year piloting a broom for pay came in 1966, when I needed money for…


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 nice summer sausage in the fridge. Then there’s the garage…


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 righter,” and finally “Geez, woman, not that far right! Open…


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 that somehow snuck up on us over the winter. Afterward,…