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These two frogs remind us to “eat them first.” Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Froggy Life Lessons

By: John Carlson— Not long ago, my wife gave me a gold frog. Well, a gold-colored frog. It’s actually made of rubber, so when you press down on its back and its body gives way, it feels disturbingly like a real frog would, I guess. This frog is mounted on…


(L-R) Steve Reese, Caroline Todd and Charles Todd prepare for flight. Photo by: John Carlson

Mother, Son Novelists Take to Sky

By: John Carlson— Without stretching one’s imagination, it was possible to believe the yellow and blue biplane crossing the runway threshold at Reese Airport was a Sopwith Camel or Bristol Fighter, with British roundels marking its olive drab fuselage. That’s why, on this blustery autumn day, Caroline and Charles Todd…


New swim trunks make you look on the bright side. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: A Truncated Tale

By: John Carlson— Nancy and I were vacationing recently at a favorite place on the Gulf Coast of Florida when a sobering realization hit. I could probably wear my ancient swimming trunks into the water, but there was a 99 percent chance they wouldn’t be walking back out of the…


Oh, Lordy, it’s pastures of plenty! Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Black Licorice Addicting

By: John Carlson— It’s not easy being a black-licorice addict. See, you might love that stuff, but you never get enough. The reason you never get enough is, the photo above notwithstanding, you don’t always find it on store shelves. Sometimes when you think you have, you must examine it…


There’s nothing like gazing into a gazing ball. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: It’s Worth Looking Into

By: John Carlson— For my recent birthday, number 67, my wife bought me a garden gazing ball. Technically, my first choice of gift was, as always, an airplane. Not a big, expensive airplane. Just a little, old, cheap, used airplane somewhere in the $20,000 range would do, making me giddily…


Cargo pants are only good for hauling cargo. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: These Pants Gotta Go

By: John Carlson— Ever have something you’ve anxiously waited years for, and then when you finally get it, it breaks your heart? Welcome to my cargo pants. Walking through Walmart two years ago, I spotted these neatly folded khaki Wranglers. On the tag, some rugged individualist like Brett Favre was…


It’s out with the old and in with the new. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Cooler Days Are Ahead

By: John Carlson— It’s never easy when a beloved family companion dies. The wheezing. The weird, disturbing sounds emanating from somewhere deep down below. The lukewarm yogurt. Uh, lukewarm yogurt? Oh, sorry. Did I fail to mention I’m writing about our old refrigerator? It had done a yeoman’s job of…


A newspaperman’s holster, chock full of Bic pens. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Stick With Cops for Calendars

By: John Carlson— Recently I saw some pictures from those Muncie police calendars featuring racy shots of male and female cops, and they looked pretty good. As a man, I must say I wouldn’t mind being taken into custody by those ladies with their “Come hither, lawbreaker” looks, fancy Tasers…


This barge isn’t headed up the White River. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Can’t Beat Barge Watching

By: John Carlson— One thing I really enjoy is watching giant barges go floating past on a majestic river. Naturally, being a longtime Muncie resident, this love developed here along the White River. After 34 years of residency, unfortunately, I was still waiting for that first barge to pass. That’s…


The perpetrator of felony seed theft. Photo by: graphicstock

John Carlson: Birds Finally Get Their Due

By: John Carlson— By any calculation, Nancy and I should be multi-millionaires by now, except for the fact she spends approximately $7,000 a week on seeds to feed every single bird residing in Delaware County. Does this upset me? Well, yeah. The worst thing is, of that $7,000 a week…


Fine teeth make for a fab Fido. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Look, Ma! No Cavities!

By: John Carlson— So Nan brings Toby back from the veterinarian’s office the other day and says she has some bad news to share. “Oh, no!” I scream, hand to my mouth, collapsing on the floor in grief. “How long has he got?” “He’s not dying, dingbat.” “He’s not?” I…


Diligence masters The Corpse yoga pose. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: At Yoga, He’s a Dead Ringer

By: John Carlson— I haven’t been practicing yoga very long, but long enough to know my overwhelmingly favorite yoga pose. It’s called The Corpse. As you may have surmised, The Corpse is so named because what you do is pretend that you are dead. Like with many other things in…


Eating well means food should make you wince. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Gotta Love Hot Sauce

By: John Carlson— What is it about hot sauce that’s so addictive? I’m sure there is a scientific explanation, something about the heat molecules pumping up your brain’s pleasure sensors until your turgid tastebuds can only find sweet release in hotter and hotter foodstuffs before they go haywire and leave…


My Uncle Jim explains the whiskey distilling process. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: A Distiller In the Family!

By: John Carlson— Full confession: On exceedingly rare occasions and for medicinal purposes only, I have been known to take a teensy-weensy sip of the corn whiskey known as “bourbon.” What’s more, I don’t dislike it. You can imagine, then, the excitement with which I greeted the news that by…


Gotta wear a tie? Bolo’s the way to golo. Photo by: Nancy Carlson

John Carlson: Bolos Are Ties That Bind

By: John Carlson— If it’s true, as some say, that you are what you wear, then at heart I am a square-dance caller. It’s not that I like square dancing. I don’t. Like most guys, when it comes to any form of dancing, if I were given the choice of…