Dirty Harry, Jr.

I had to get this up before the weekend.  Upon reading my previous post, three IHGB readers (Ann, 94 Ag and Kellie) all suggested that Clint Eastwood’s son should be on my next “what’s making me smile” list. I have to say, they are all right. Which brings me to the reader gratitude portion of my post. THANK YOU FOR CLUING ME IN DEAR READERS!  Just like the time y’all

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Four Smiles and One Potential Hot Mess

Several things have brought a big smile to my face in the last few days, so I thought it was only fair that I spread the cheer. I’m pay it forward that way. But I want you to leave this post on a positive note instead of rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Therefore, I will start with the hot mess. I need you to tell me how

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My Father’s Child

Did I ever tell you about the time when I was taken to the men’s restroom at El Chcio’s because a waiter thought I was a little boy? Not one of my finer moments. If memory serves me correctly, I was around six-years-old rocking a fresh Dorthy Hammil haircut. I’m sure my parents were trying to implore some sort of independent will in their young first grader by suggesting I

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12 Years

Never forget how you felt that day. Never forget those who gave their lives that day. Never forget those who lost their lives that day. Never forget to pray for their families. Never forget to pray for our world leaders. We owe it to all of them, to never forget.