Goodbye dear caterpillars, we hardly knew ye...Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Gone But Not Forgotten

By: John Carlson— A backyard garden like ours is supposed to be a place of peace and contemplation, but it isn’t when my wife is taking her caterpillar count. Then things get a trifle tense. Several evenings ago, Nancy found nine caterpillars stuck to a couple of our plants out…

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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…

A stalk of broccolini, slightly worse for wear. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: That’s Brocco-What?

By: John Carlson— These are exciting days for vegetables. For example, when Nancy and I recently enjoyed dinner at an out-of-county restaurant, our waitress lowered the plates before us, then began apologizing. “I’m so sorry, but that green thing isn’t a broccoli stalk like I told you,” she admitted, sheepishly….

The secret to sounding like a German is in the throat. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Um, This Dude Said What?

By: John Carlson— Because Nancy and her sisters are planning a trip to Europe, retracing their late father’s path during World War II from Normandy across the Rhine into Germany, she first intends to brush up on her French and German. Having taken two years of German in high school…

Kilts are more than skirts for guys … supposedly. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Skirting The Issue

By: John Carlson— Down in Indy recently, I saw a big guy wearing a kilt. I only mention he was a big guy, maybe 6-feet-4 and 250 pounds, because my first thought was to holler, “Nice skirt, sissy!” But one look at him and I knew he’d have pounded me…

These days you see zombies on billboards, in crawl spaces ..." Photo illustration by: Mike Rhodes

John Carlson: What Do I Hear Down There?

By: John Carlson— There is a certain level of spookiness encountered at night when one’s old kitchen is torn out in order to put in a new one. This is especially true when – in terms of personal courage – you are an unapologetic chicken, and indeed, the sort of…

An array of art glass can be an eye-catching sight. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Heated Expressions

By: John Carlson— One thing I know about glass blowing is, it’s not for wimps. Actually, there are two things I know about glass blowing, the second being, when you’ve got that glob of molten, fiery-hot glass stuck to the end of your air tube, DO NOT INHALE. Not that…