“You two are trying to kill me!,” my wife and I were startled out of a deep sleep. “Hello, yeah I’m calling to report a murder You better get here right away. My mom and dad are attempting to kill me.”
Author Archives: Jerry Schellhammer
Labor Day Fun
Monday brought an extreme weather event that in January would be called either a Polar Vortex or an Alberta Clipper. On this day it was hell on earth. Winds came out from the east. The event not only downed trees, power lines that in turn created new fires or reignited old ones that many fire departments in the area assumed were out.
Monsters in the Closet
Well, not monsters but mice which I didn’t realized until earlier this week what big problem they became.
What I Got from the Crazines
They’re finally over, the conventions I mean. It used to be an exercise in civic duty and pride, now it has become a three-ring circus of blame games and fear mongering the lights of which I have never seen.
THE END OF COLLEGE TOWNS
Does Corona virus mean death of college towns across the United States?
What is Freedom Really?
There’s a quote from Robert F Kennedy that defines to me what freedom is all about, treating all Americans with justice, understanding and tolerance. But, there are those people out there who define freedom as a choice to disobey mandates set forth by a Democratic governor because doing so mean giving up their own freedom of choice.
The Last Week
Though I’d love nothing better than to tell you my readers every facet of my time there with my uncle and aunt, time isn’t really on my side here. So I’m condensing this part into the last week.
Fishing Adventure
The week that followed was a long , hard fought week of tedium and hard work. Lloyd’s attitude of being the hard ass was still very much there, though he had occasion to soften up a bit following a day at work.
Work Began
“You ready to get started?” Lloyd boomed out as if he were my Army drill sergeant back in Basic Training from eight years before. “The sooner we get going on this, the more we can get done before it gets too damn hot.”
Summer in Jackson, Wyoming
Last weekend sister number one texted me about anyone in our family: uncles, aunts, cousins, who lived near Jackson, Wyoming. I informed her we had an uncle who tried to make a go at building a cabin there. I promised her I would give her the truth about what happened.
Jerry Schellhammer 