Killer Porta-Potty! November 20, 2020 Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it?
Don’t Make Me Come Down There! November 13, 2020 The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
Run For Your Life! November 6, 2020 There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
Facing Mortality. October 30, 2020 Covid-19 made me face my own possible death. I’d always been able to avoid facing my own mortality.
What happened to You? October 17, 2020 I am Alive.
Graduation Day! September 24, 2020 It was later reported that my wife’s exact words were “Where in the… %^)*_&$… is John?” She was very eloquent on special occasions.
Catch That Burglar. September 17, 2020 The dispatcher called on the radio and reported that there was a burglar alarm going off at a house west of town.
Just A Pretend Fire. September 11, 2020 A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?
You Going to the Party?? September 4, 2020 Friday afternoon in high school was a time of great anticipation. The weekend was almost there and plans had to be made.
Dang You Monkey. August 29, 2020 Monkeys make great companions, just not on long road trips. They are fine till you stop at the Sonic drive through and buy them dinner.
Where You Going? August 28, 2020 I was headed to college unbeknownst to my parents.
Goodbye Momma… August 21, 2020 I left momma begging me to save her.
Jump, John, Jump! August 17, 2020 Jumping from the parsonage roof with a homemade parachute couldn’t possibly end badly. Could it?
The Happy Camper. August 13, 2020 The happy camper found that her words were trajically prophetic.
Gangs. August 6, 2020 As a Park Ranger, I had to be ready for just about anything. It could be about camping fees or some type of serious criminal act.
Thank You!! August 3, 2020 Thank You for Following and Liking my blog “Call Me Lou.” I have reached 100 followers and appreciate each and every one of you.
So There I Was… July 31, 2020 I was tired and bored as I sat in the drive-thru of our local Abilene McDonalds. Apparently, the Good Lord was in the same line.
The Gold Stud. July 29, 2020 Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.
The Flood. July 22, 2020 The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The Crash of Glass. July 16, 2020 The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
Climb That Mountain! July 8, 2020 We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
My Burning Love… July 1, 2020 As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
Fake Preacher! June 25, 2020 The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
Kidnapped! June 19, 2020 The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
Dad Had a Drinking Problem… June 12, 2020 Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it?
The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
Covid-19 made me face my own possible death. I’d always been able to avoid facing my own mortality.
I am Alive.
It was later reported that my wife’s exact words were “Where in the… %^)*_&$… is John?” She was very eloquent on special occasions.
The dispatcher called on the radio and reported that there was a burglar alarm going off at a house west of town.
A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?
Friday afternoon in high school was a time of great anticipation. The weekend was almost there and plans had to be made.
Monkeys make great companions, just not on long road trips. They are fine till you stop at the Sonic drive through and buy them dinner.
I was headed to college unbeknownst to my parents.
I left momma begging me to save her.
Jumping from the parsonage roof with a homemade parachute couldn’t possibly end badly. Could it?
The happy camper found that her words were trajically prophetic.
As a Park Ranger, I had to be ready for just about anything. It could be about camping fees or some type of serious criminal act.
Thank You for Following and Liking my blog “Call Me Lou.” I have reached 100 followers and appreciate each and every one of you.
I was tired and bored as I sat in the drive-thru of our local Abilene McDonalds. Apparently, the Good Lord was in the same line.
Dad was a Christ-loving pacifist. That was the only reason I lived to reach the age of 18.
The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.