The Gifted Underachiever

My life so far

Swamphog down

It was always dangerous when John and I were together. The real problem was that we were always together. When anyone saw the two of us they knew something was up. And they were usually right. That’s because we had imaginations that would run pretty wild, and we did our best to bring our imaginings to life. Our motto was “what would happen if we (fill in the blank.)” What […]

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Ronnie, my brother

Standing on the sidewalk in Fairhope, Alabama. No, we didn’t coordinate outfits; we just ended up looking like this. Maybe twins do have ESP. It’s so hard to say goodbye to my brother from another mother. Ronnie may have lost his battle with cancer, but he won so big in life. His beautiful bride of 32 years is my wife’s sister. Maxie’s heart is bigger than Georgia, only matched by […]

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The Angel of Mowata

My Aunt Sis won her battle with death last evening slipping into the arms of the angels who had been waiting patiently for 95 years for one of their own to return home. Through no effort of my own I am related to a number of awe inspiring people whom have endured and survived amazing hardships and still managed to love. My Aunt Sis, Sister Isidore Bollich also known as […]

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On my honor

I’ve been an adult Scouter for almost 40 years now. I was a district executive for my local council, and I’ve guided three sons in the program, the last attaining the all too rare rank of Eagle Scout. I love this program and firmly believe that it has performed tremendous good work for the country and the world in developing the next generation of leaders. I love the rich traditions […]

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Marcia in one word

On behalf of my brothers, our wives and families, I want to sincerely express how blessed we are that so many have joined in the celebration of my sister’s life. We are humbled by your love for this beautiful woman. This will always remind me of Marcia. It’s a plastic cup. It’s cheap. And I don’t care to drink from them. But they will always remind me of her. Whenever […]

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