The delight right now is the greening of the grass and trees, the flowers out in bloom and one of my personal favorite parts of spring – bird watching.

There are a lot of things I don’t do well, however, there is one skill which I think I am better than the average bear in performing: buying gifts.

We got our first taste of tornado season over the weekend. Reports were one or more funnels may have blown by or touched down in Bates County, but fortunately, there didn’t appear to be any major damage or injuries.

The great debate seems unending: what is your favorite season? No, I’m not trying to choose between baseball or football season nor duck or deer hunting; no, I refer to spring, summer, fall and winter.

I sometimes think there should be a narrator making commentary on my life. I watch TV shows like “The Wonder Years” and “The Goldbergs” and there is that voice opening and closing episodes summarizing the points of life learned during the previous half hour.

As “Field of Dreams” taught us, if you build it, he will come. The often misquoted line of “If you build it, they will come,” makes more sense when it comes to girls or women’s sports.

It is our birthday. This week’s paper marks our 365th issue, which means it marks our seventh anniversary.

As I have shared upon occasion, I do occasionally get sucked down rabbit holes while online. Sometimes it is by design and sometimes not, but as my mind and fingers wander, I find myself researching all kinds of deep, interesting topics.

It has been many months, if not years, since I last spoke with Mark Dunmire. But, despite the passage of time, word of his death last week was somewhat of a shock because he was just 53 years old, but also because every time I saw him he was full of vitality and energy.

I contemplated whether everyone in the world has simply gone crazy or modern culture has evolved to the point that I no longer understand the basic principles of kindness and decency. Plus, I was hungry.

We decided this was the year we would take another father-son trip to Arizona to catch some Royals’ spring training games.

I shared a little last week about how we come up with names for our children, which actually got me to thinking about my name. Growing up in the 50s and 60s with the name Dennis was like walking around with a monkey on your back.

I was filling out some forms the other day and one specified I had to use my name “exactly as it appears on your driver’s license.” Kind of like trying to keep track of assorted passwords, I couldn’t remember, so I had to dig out my wallet to see how I am listed on my official ID.

It is way too early to get into a “spring” frame of mind. After moderately tepid winters in the past, late surges of cold and snow have been known to abruptly halt winter’s departure.

Last week, I opened my social media account and found what was termed “a memory from 14 years ago.” When I opened it, I found a picture of my dog Rocky.

The Super Bowl on Sunday falls at just the perfect time. Had it come a little earlier or a little later it would have been overshadowed by one of the three major holidays which fall in February.

While I knew Lefebvre would be entertaining, I had no idea how dramatic and inspirational his presentation would be.

Sunday is the anniversary of my mother’s birth. It seems so impossible to believe she has been gone for nearly 22 years. I still find myself perplexed from time to time wishing she could provide me information.

Maybe it’s my age, which isn’t as young as my mind believes most days, or maybe it’s because I have a young daughter that shares some of my interests, but winter can be quite enjoyable.

For some reason, when it comes to weather, I remember cold things a whole lot better than hot.

I don’t know why I still have dreams about being in high school and walking up to my locker and having no conceivable idea what the combination is.

The new year is not nearly the challenge it used to be. Every January used to come complete with having to remember to change the dates every time you wrote a check.

What struck me this year, as it does virtually every year, is the range of stories we have presented in the past year and how quickly the weeks go by. 

It can be frustrating trying to relive a memory. It is an effort that never seems to work out well. Sometimes it is because what made the memory special no longer exists or has changed …

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