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Blog /blag/ Pronounced: Opinion! 😏

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Thank you, friends and family members for regularly checking in on this blog site. Since you already know how to access the site, please indulge me for a few minutes of explanation. Blogging has been around for a while now, but I want to revisit a little history. You may want to visit wikipedia for a fuller discussion, but this is my shorter version about this communication tool.

Google bought Blogger in 2003 from Pyra Labs that had been founded in 1999 by a couple of young techno-nerds based out of San Francisco. Since then, Blogger has given millions of individuals an easy way to share their ideas. This is a free publishing service and I choose not to clutter it with any advertisements. While I welcome any readers and their comments, I assume that most who follow this blog are connected to me relationally and professionally. So, I regard this site as a conversation with friends.

The term, blog, may seem a little strange. It comes from shortening the term weblog. A blog resembles a di…

Practice Makes Perfect!

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While the football season is heating up this fall and major league baseball is in its October playoffs, basketball is on the minds of many aspiring athletes. Two of our grandsons, Klayton and Danny, have already begun practicing and shooting hoops with their y-ball teams. I spent time getting our home equipment ready this past week. The goal underwent a cursory inspection of the pole, backboard, rim and net. And the balls needed some extra air pumped into them for the Sunday after-lunch practice and play session. There was a lot of enthusiasm and some "trash talk" going on as several grand children and their parents were taking their first shots of the season. I said to Danny on the way home from school this week, "I sure wish Uncle Vernon was still around to put you through a series of ball-handling drills that would have you crying out, 'I'm tired!'" 😏Uncle Vernon, Monique's brother, passed away four and half years ago, but we think of him often …

My Mom, Joan

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It has been nearly three months now since my mother's death on July 17, 2018. At birth, she was given the name, Beverly Joan (pronounced Jo Ann) and was born to H. Lloyd and Marguerite Pocock Stanley in Nokomis, Illinois on September 1, 1933. To my knowledge, mom was never called Beverly and she would be known by her middle name, Joan. Naming children is an "imperfect science" and is always done for personal preferences. (I am named after my dad, Joseph, but my parents shortened my middle name to simply Joe).

It is still hard for me to write these words about mom's passing, but I know that this is the new normal and reality for my family and me. In these last years, I have been interviewing and recording some of my parents' memories. I'm writing an anecdotal history of our family's business. Joe's Auto Repair opened in December 1961 when I was just a ten-year old boy. It has been fun and now, therapeutic, to write about some of the rich experiences I …

Falling Through the Grates

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I think the expression is "falling through the cracks," but this is a picture of how a burger fell through the "grates!" The setting for this mishap was this year's July 4th gathering with family and friends in Pawnee. Marlon, Marc's father-in-law, has been gracious to host this tradition the past few years. I have become the designated "grill master" for the occasion. I'm sure this assignment fell to me in order to keep me busy. As you know, I am retired now!

The burgers to be grilled this day were of the "high-end variety." Monique's brother, Phil picks these up made-to-order from a meat locker in Mattoon. Some are plain while others are exotic! Jalapeno, Chili Cheese, Hawaiian, Dill Pickler, and Mushroom Swiss to name but a few of the varieties available. I try to handle these half-pounders with care, but accidents happen. Just as I was moving some of them to higher heat, one slid off the spatula and through the grill grates …