Home or Away

[In an earlier stage of my life I lived in rural Minnesota.]

In Minnesota the independent baseball teams were quite active when I lived in Barrett, MN. The teams played every Sunday afternoon during June and July.

The Barrett Pioneers were the pride of the Resorters League. The Barrett players took the game seriously. Most of the town was at the game, including the girl friends and wives of the players.

Denny was one of the starting nine for the Pioneers. The Pioneers wore yellow uniforms for home games and maroon uniforms for away games.

One Sunday for a home game Denny showed up wearing his maroon uniform, Naturally, everybody thought that Denny had gotten confused about the location of the game. Nope! The truth was that Denny and his wife, Marg, had had a fight the night before, and Marg had hidden his home jersey.

Know Laundry, No Divorce

[In an earlier stage of my life I lived in rural Minnesota.]

The town of Herman sponsored an adult independent basketball tournament one weekend.

Of course, Dick and Al organized a team from Barrett. Dick and I lived across the street from Al and Gisela.

After the first day Al came over to our place. Al complained about Gisela’s reaction to the fact that we were going to play again the next day. In fact she wouldn’t even wash Al’s sweat clothes for the next game. Al said, “I am going to get a divorce.”

We discussed the day’s game and made travel plans for the next day. As Al was leaving, he handed me his sweats. He said, “Roger, wash my sweats and fold them for me.”

I washed his sweats and folded them for him.

When he came over to our place the next day, I gave Al his sweats and some advise. “Al you can’t get a divorce. You can’t even wash your own sweats.”

Bisbee Flyers

In Old Bisbee, a bar will often put out flyers for an act that is going to be playing in their bar. The trouble is that sometimes they will put up flyers the day of the event.

The problem isn’t so much the flyers for the night that the band is playing, but the longevity of the flyers. The flyers remain on the wooden poles around town for a month or more.  [After all, they are the bulletin boards in town.]

Other times they put up flyers without a date, just a “Tonite” notice. How is the reader to know which date is “Tonite”?

Often I have seen a flyer that I hadn’t seen before only to realize that I am reading yesterday’s news – literally.

Irreconcilable Differences

We stopped in Taos, New Mexico. Cheri found a interesting bead shop. She made a purchase, and initiated a conversation with Lisa, the woman who ran the shop. Lisa was, in her own words, a “flaming liberal”.

Somehow, she never had any serious discussions about political issues with either of her future husbands, both of which turned out to be conservative Republicans. “Probably the reason for my divorces.”

She recounted the details of her first divorce. Interestingly, the reason for the divorce was a local issue. In a phone call from her husband, he said “if you were to vote for the school bond issue I would divorce you.”

Lisa replied, “Fine, I will be staying at my sister’s place.”


I met Alberto, an old rodeo cowboy, on the sidewalk on Main Street. I shook his hand. He motioned me to the other side of the door of the gallery which he was manning today.

A group of tourists was approaching his gallery. Then I noticed that this group was an entourage of Patricia, well known in Old Bisbee as the Duchess. As the group neared the gallery Alberto greeted Patricia and she returned the greeting, as she maneuvered around Alberto and me.

After the Duchess and her entourage passed the gallery, Alberto sighed. He said, “I had hoped that she would come into the galley, so she would see the painting of me.”

“Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.”*


* Ecclesiastes 1:2 (KJV)