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Looking Back

John was the toughest guy in the 9th grade – which wasn’t a bad thing if he liked you. Thankfully, he liked me, and I was smart enough to figure out how to keep it that way. When he blasted me from behind during football practice, I jumped up and told him, “Good hit!” When […]

Posted at 11:59 am

The air is crisp and cold in the mountains where I live – just as it should be in December. The final remnants of last weekend’s snowfall can still be seen here and there on the lawn, with more snow expected in the next day or two.  They say we’ll have a white Christmas this […]

Posted at 9:36 am

It wasn’t that the Bountiful Braves had a healthy disdain for their cross-town rivals, the Viewmont Vikings, and vice versa. It was that we hated each other. Pure, white-hot hate, complete with pre- and post-game fights in the parking lot, vandalism thinly disguised as pranksterism and an ugly incident involving one high school’s “spirit stick” […]

Posted at 11:36 pm

I’ve just got to get this off my chest: “My Favorite Things” is NOT a Christmas song. It’s a great song from a great musical, “The Sound of Music.” But it’s not a Christmas song. It’s not like “We Need a Little Christmas,” “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas,” “White Christmas” or “Have […]