by Gene Sanders | Oct 3, 2016 | From The Porch Swing
My children have this look. It involves cocking the head just a bit to the side, squinting the eyes slightly, and seemingly saying to themselves “he has spent most of his life in the past century”. I can earn this look by coming out with some old saying they’ve...
by Gene Sanders | Sep 19, 2016 | From The Porch Swing
It had started innocently enough. At summer camp in Florida, a couple other counselors and I took some of the younger campers for an evening canoe ride along the shores and passageways of the lake. While paddling single file through a narrow passageway, one the...
by Gene Sanders | Sep 5, 2016 | From The Porch Swing
I look sideways at my daughter and say “Two questions: What do you think is wrong with this milk, and if it’s bad, why didn’t you throw it away?”. Of course, I know better than to do this. Never ask a child two questions at once and expect two answers. Confirming...
by Gene Sanders | Aug 22, 2016 | From The Porch Swing
I bought a label printer, and it prints, but it doesn’t print labels. Oh, I do take what it prints out, peel it off the backing, and stick the adhesive side onto my box, but it’s still not a label. It’s just a sticker, a sticker with markings on it. Long ago I...
by Gene Sanders | Aug 8, 2016 | From The Porch Swing
When I was but a wee lad my dad decided to initiate me to the delights of watching football. So, we went to the only public high school in town, the G.H.S. Purple Hurricanes, and I saw my first football game ever. And so, early in my life I learned that G.H.S. meant...
