Have stained glass or leather, will travel. That described a big part of my brother and I’s youth as the children of parents who owned a small crafting business. The only way to survive financially in the early years was for both parents to do shows nearly every weekend, so we typically hit the road […]
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part VIII: Thank you, Hannibal Read More »
“Man, I like that wine.” That was 4-year-old me, pulling my brother along in a small, red wagon outside of a tiny house in Bloomer, Arkansas. I heard that story 100 times through the years. It was one of the old man’s favorites. Apparently, left to our own devices for just a few minutes, I’d
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part V: Bloomer where you’re planted Read More »
Hey, Dad. It’s been a little more than 10 weeks (72 days to be exact) since you passed. In some ways, that seems like a long time ago. In some ways, it seems like yesterday. Dan and I have spent virtually all the free time we have the past two weeks preparing for and working
Webb: Belts, wallets and a lasting legacy Read More »
