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White Castle sliders fill a silver serving tray. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: In Praise of ‘Gut Bombs’

By: John Carlson— There aren’t many things I wholeheartedly believe in these days, but one is the intrinsic goodness of White Castle sliders. Of course, some folks despise them. “Ewwww,” they sneer, wrinkling up their snouts while venting their disgust at the mere mention of the little hamburgers, also known…

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This parachuting logbook is mighty short on entries. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Going Dowwwnnnnnn!!!!!

By: John Carlson— Once upon a time, I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. This was nearly 45 years ago, while a student at a small Christian college.  The school was a place which prohibited many things that most young people considered fun, like smoking, drinking and dancing. Falling…


There’s a first time for everything, martinis included. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: It’s Shaken, Not Stirred

By: John Carlson— Not to say I am an unsophisticated lout or anything, but the first time I ordered a bottle of wine with dinner at Vera Mae’s Bistro, I nearly sent it back. “Holy crap!” I complained to Kent and Steve. “There’s a cork stuck in it!” Ha–ha! Just…


The hardest part of pool is knocking the balls into those holes. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Life Behind The 8 Ball

By: John Carlson— A friend recently offered me a refresher course on playing pool, but all I needed help with was that part of the game involving hitting a ball with a stick into one of those tiny holes in a felt-covered table. The rest I had down pat. Like,…


Remember these? They were called “typewriters.” Photo by: graphicstock

John Carlson: Young Typist Lacked Touch

By: John Carlson— The other day on Facebook, I saw a meme or whatever you call it that asked how many people remembered high school typing classes? I sure as heck do. Once, I even took such a class. This was due to the fact that, because of the many…


These cabinets are so out of style, they’re scary. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Redoing The, Gulp, Kitchen

By: John Carlson— After 36 years of marriage, I have finally figured out what separates the women from the men, the ladies from the gents, the chicks from the dudes, the babes from the … well, you get it. Redoing your kitchen. Greg, our neighbor and head guy from Richard’s…


A burrito capped by thickly folded tortilla nearly did him in. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Breathe Easy, Darling

By: John Carlson— An interesting thing happened to me the other night. I nearly died. OK, that’s probably a little too dramatic, a slight exaggeration. But within three or four minutes, had my wife Nancy not been around, I might have drifted up to my heavenly reward. Given my history…