Rock Wall

Well, there was a fight. Captain should have never tried to push Jack under a chair. The bout was quick and very noisy and there hasn’t been one since. However, there has been a lot of conversation about it. Debbie Vickers was by the office today. She brought me two books: ”I Never heard of

Captain has decided to harass Jack. I believe Jack to be a conscientious objector when it comes to fighting, but he does weigh 15 pounds, has big paws which are fully loaded with very big, very sharp claws. Captain does a great job of caterwauling when nothing is happening, No telling what a fight would

Did I tell you about our  new cat?. His name is Captain, but I usually just cal him Kitty – in a very loud voice. He has knocked over a ficus in the dinning room twice , dug up a mother-in-laws tongue which is also in the dinning room twice, ate all the leaves off

We had an unusual Thanksgiving dinner but a good one. Kimball had picked up several dishes at Parker Leigh and got one of her apple pies ready about midnight to throw in the oven Thanksgiving morning. Gathered around the table were our brother-in-law, Tom Gough, Davis, Kimball and me. I think Tom just went for

Well, no body told me anything different about being homeless, so I guess my definition from last week stands. I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving – that you are able to be with your loved ones- that the food is good and the desserts are better- that you don’t have to rush off the

Every time I’ve heard about homeless people in El Dorado Springs, Ive wondered if they have a hangout somewhere or aimlessly walk the streets at all hours of the night and day- maybe so, but I never se them. Homelessness was explained to me like this: I you do not own a home and pay

I may have learned something about my sister this week. Her funeral folder was laying on the kitchen counter, I read it: “For Margaret Ellen Gough.” I said, “Where did the Ellen come from?” Kimball said, “Wasn’t there an Aunt El?” Suddenly it all fell in place; My grandma, Nettie Long, had a sister called,

You probably didn’t notice  that I was away from the newspaper for the last four weeks. That is because of the incredible work of Gwen Nickerson assisted by Melanie Chance. Gwen has always helped with the newspaper, but all of a sudden she was called upon to do the whole thing – four times. I

My sister, Margaret Ellen Long Gough, died Tuesday after a long bout with dementia. Her  husband, Tom, came down that evening to give me the news. Their house is about quarter mile away. She’s in a better place now. She was saved in her bed when she was a girl. She got me in trouble

I’ve got a new name – Pop Pop. That’s what my two year old granddaughter, June, calls me when she detects that her momma, Adrian Long Gilfoil, is on the phone with me. Yes, she turned two on July 7, walking and talking and a real fire cracker. I’ve got the proof that she has