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Just a week away from Christmas 2024. We got the decorations up, we put the last of the packages to our loved ones in the mail and we got the majority of our shopping done. Not bad for a guy that has conflicting issues about this holiday.

I may only be in the "barely famous" category, but when kids take an interest in my classic cars, it makes me feel like a million bucks.

If you sang that title, then you must know the song. It was a big hit song for the Animals in 1965, and I was a mere 14 years old. Too young, perhaps, to fully appreciate the lyrics, but old enough to memorize the words and file them away.

Over the years, we've had overnight guests stay in "The Boyd Suite" upstairs, and they usually contribute a story to the guest book we keep there. Recounting those stories this time of year reminds me of how much I have to be thankful for.

The grandkids were flying back to California while my son and his wife Alyssa were packing up to drive to Oklahoma to visit Carlene and dear old dad. It's busy, but always a great time!

I admire creative people, and have had the opportunity to meet several since moving to Sapulpa. Recently, I met Cha' Tullis in Hominy—now my new best friend.

Two of our eldest grandchildren flew out from California for a week-long taste of Oklahoma. We did our best to show them a good time, including that fun Oklahoma weather.

I am way too good at procrastination. I could easily be the president of the Master Procrastinator’s Club if I would only get around to joining the group.

Are dreams better because of a comfy night's sleep? I guess we're about to find out.

The topic of death and what to do afterward is not one that most people event what to think about. Yet we all face it sooner or later.