Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]
Jul 10, 2018
A Murky and Mysterious Past
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He holds his head high, looking squarely at the world without shrinking. He has not had an easy life. You can tell that he hasn’t, by the battered condition of his once handsome coat. What adventures has he known? What has he seen? What caused all those scrapes and tatters? He knows, but he […]
Jul 9, 2018
The Making of a Mystery
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Do you in NW Arkansas remember the rainy March we had? Do you recall that we had two full moons in the month of March, so the second one was called a blue moon? Did you know that this natural phenomena was the inspiration for the third Ned McNeil cozy mystery? Moonstruck and Murderous […]
Jul 8, 2018
When Words Fail Me
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When I have nothing to say, I probably should say nothing. Which is the way I feel this morning. Maybe the actual truth is I have too much to say and saying it would be disorganized, jumbled, and not hold together at all. The dog walker just went up the hill, walking a dog […]
Jul 6, 2018
The Mysterious Actions of Nemo
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A dove saunters through the grass, picking here, pecking there, finding tiny particles of interest. A brown thrasher flies down, all business, finds something, pecks, flies off with it. The birds are busy but much quieter now. They all have babies to feed and are about the serious task of building families. I […]
Jul 5, 2018
A Bodiless Voice in the Maze
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The morning comes gently in, leaves on the trees not moving, the squirrel on the mailbox post quietly munching something, and Nemo cautiously approaching the door, sniffing the scents of last night’s fireworks. He survived another noisy Fourth and I’m sure he is inwardly rejoicing at the serenity of the morning after last night’s […]
