There is a brand of peanut butter that used to put one real peanut on top of each tub of spread. I appreciated knowing that the makers of peanut butter knew what an authentic peanut was and that they had access to them.
A lot of soul searching went into the decision to try my hand at commercial construction. The money seemed good and my resume was sufficient, but I was concerned about my ability to fit in among the unshaven, unwashed, and uncouth. Sure, I enjoy the odd cigar when I’m camping with my buddies, I [...]
Author’s note: I first posted this story last year, so it may sound familiar. It’s one of my favorites, and I hope you’ll like it too.
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My mom spent her early childhood in Africa. I grew up with bedtime stories about pet monkeys, crocodile infested swamp crossings, and my [...]
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