Studebaker Dude

We lost another entertainer that played a significant role in the formative years of my mid-twenties. When I first heard of Martin Mull, he was an offbeat funnyman, a musician, and singer songwriter.

About 4 days ago, I plucked another dadgum tick off my leg. I hate those little punks! It's prompted me to come up with my own name for the extreme itchiness I'm having...

Out of our 14 grandchildren, Sydney is the first one to get married. She also, like her grandfather, owns a Studebaker.

June has a lot to celebrate—it was 24 years ago that I married my soulmate, it's also Father's Day, and it's my birthday—and hitting 73 is, for some reason, freaking me out.

Last week, someone posted the question “if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?” Yes, that one got under my skin.

I'm a car guy who likes cars and knows a lot about some of them. Sometime last year, I started noticing that car enthusiast pages on Facebook were posting the wrong descriptions for their photos. Turns out they were doing it on purpose.

Happening the second Thursday of every month this summer, last week's Cruise In at Gasoline Alley brought a very interesting vehicle to Sapulpa...

Have you seen this new Meta AI thing popping up on Facebook? I was impressed with how much it knew about me.

We moved to Oklahoma at the end of February, 2021. A few weeks later, we installed a storm shelter, but never had to use it—until last weekend.

Watching Billy Joel's "100th sold-out concert at Madison Square Garden" was a 2-hour smile-fest, and took me back to my karaoke days.