Nostalgia

Boys were Gross. They picked their noses and hit you at recess and had COOTIES.

I have to admit, with all the Hallmark Christmas movies that have been showing since when...4th of July weekend, (?) I could use a refresher list of some Christmas movies.

Well, I know these last two stories concerning my smokeless tobacco escapades have been riveting for you. I figured I better dial up the last story before the natives get restless.

So I told you about my first venture with the smokeless tobacco, Skoal. It was an introduction that left a memory with me that I'll hold onto til the day I die. Now for Part two of my ongoing stories.

When I was younger I used smokeless tobacco. I don't now but there was a couple of times that it affected me. Here's one of those times.

Through my many years of Christmas' I've seen quite a few trees. Being raised in the country, living on a farm until I was five, and living in a small town for most of my childhood years, I still think those years of having a cedar tree adorning our house for Christmas is my favorite.

Losing someone is tough. No, I am not talking about being in a store and you wander off to another aisle and can’t be found or you can’t find that person that you came with. I’m talking about losing a relative and/or a friend to death.

All four of my grandparents have left us. Most of the time, they were full of wisdom, wit, and lots of love. But some things they told me... were just full of CRAP.

First off, let me say that I thoroughly enjoyed my four years in the Air Force, and in my opinion, if you don't have a career path already set the military should be one of your first choices as you move forward in life.

I was scrolling through the pictures of a Facebook group I'm a member of, Old, Seedy, and Vintage Hotels and Motels when I started seeing some pictures of a hotel that seemed familiar. It only took a picture of the atrium to realize I was looking at a little bit of hotel nostalgia right here in Sedalia...