A Bigger Boo
A grandfather story. Our four-old granddaughter walked into a fairly dark room where I was sitting. I said, "boo."
She stopped, put her hands on her hips and and looked at me. "Grandpa," she said. "You've got to have a bigger boo than that to scare me."
So I'm working on a bigger boo.
The Old Timer Says: "This time of the year, stop by a pond. Listen for the bullfrogs singing slow and deep, a strange but beautifully haunting tune."
Upcoming Events:
August 16 and 17. Railroad Days, Stonefield Village, Cassville, WI I will be there both days to sign books. I will also speak at 1:00 p.m. each day, "Every Farm Tells a Story."
September 1: IN A PICKLE available in paperback. If you've not yet gotten the book, here's a second chance.
She stopped, put her hands on her hips and and looked at me. "Grandpa," she said. "You've got to have a bigger boo than that to scare me."
So I'm working on a bigger boo.
The Old Timer Says: "This time of the year, stop by a pond. Listen for the bullfrogs singing slow and deep, a strange but beautifully haunting tune."
Upcoming Events:
August 16 and 17. Railroad Days, Stonefield Village, Cassville, WI I will be there both days to sign books. I will also speak at 1:00 p.m. each day, "Every Farm Tells a Story."
September 1: IN A PICKLE available in paperback. If you've not yet gotten the book, here's a second chance.
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