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I call myself a "Car Guy," even though I'm a lousy mechanic; I have two Studebakers and am working on getting them road-worthy in time for the 100-year anniversary of Route 66.

There were two military pictures of my dad during the war. Valerie told me that she called the earliest picture "her dad" ... she said the other picture was known as "Bethie’s dad."

The new mural on the historic old jail building in the alleyway between Water and Park Streets is turning a lot of heads, and showing off the amazing skills of one of Sapulpa's own!

My partner in crime from my bus-driving days came by for a visit and we reminisced about our "dream team" and pulling one of the greatest pranks ever...

I can remember handymen from that era who drove around in their old panel truck filled with tools and parts, just like what that old guy had in his shed. They would come to your house and fix whatever needed fixing. Do they still exist?

I love the beautiful, lush green lawn (and I use the word “lawn” loosely) that this seemingly unending rain is creating. BUT… It’s throwing a wrench into my lawn mowing routine.

I was rummaging through a pile of old photographs when I came across this picture of me standing next to a bare Christmas tree in the lobby of the post office in Hughson, California. And, yes, I AM sporting a mullet. Read more about why this picture means so much to me.

My favorite picture is this group photo of my grandfather and the entire workforce at a tomato processing plant in California. The reason it's my favorite? My jokester of a grandfather is in there twice.

It was that time in a young man’s existence when he is trying to figure out what he is going to do for the rest of his life, and my Uncle Ted told me that I should get myself a government job; “they have good retirements,” he said.

We are getting better at preparing for big storms that are projected to come our way. But with the frequency we've had lately, we might've gotten a little complacent.