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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.

Seeing family you don't get to see often is almost always a welcome interruption, especially when it's your "designated granddaughter."

I’ve never had COVID-19 but was not too concerned as I felt confident in my personal health and well-being. Not long after that, I started feeling sick. Sick enough to go to the doctor.

Last Saturday was International Drive Your Studebaker Day, a day that has been celebrated since 2009 by Studeholics, such as myself, all over the world. Yes folks there are lots of us Studebaker Dudes all over this crazy granite planet.