My Life As A Hobby

I drive a pickup truck.  That’s because I’m a man who lives in the south, and  it’s the law. I’ve owned my latest truck for a couple of years now. When I bought it, the only option I was concerned about was the color - it had to be red.   I decided that I needed something that would stand out in a parking lot when I couldn’t find my old silver pickup at the Piggly Wiggly.  Luckily, the salesman at the dealer came up with a pickup in a shade of red that almost glows in the dark. Chevrolet’s correctly calls it “Pull Me Over Red”.  The first truck I owned was a 1969 Chevy C10 that my father-in-law gifted me.  Looking back, I can clearly see that trucks from that era are nothing like the ones we drive now. Now you can get all kinds of options: fancy leather interiors, dual climate controls, 5 star sound systems, sunroofs, and who knows how many electronic doo-dads. My latest truck even has a seat warmer, which I thought was as useless as a Bible for an athei...

  All my life I’ve been a practical joker. If you’ve read my blogs, you know  I have written about several of my favorites. In my opinion, there’s never a bad time for a practical joke.  My buddy Richard says that when he dies, he’s going to have one of those “I Voted” stickers put on his lapel before his viewing. When I told my wife about his plan, she said, “You mean somebody else will put it on his lapel.” Well, duh.   Oh Lord help me. That’s another blog for another time.  Back to the story.  I was having surgery this week for a torn meniscus and I thought to myself, what better time to play a little practical joke on my surgeon?  Dr. Rogers seemed to be cool - I knew he had a sense of humor, so why not?  In a way, it was self serving. The way I look at it, a happy surgeon is a good surgeon. I certainly don’t want to be cut on by someone who just had a knock down, drag out fight with his wife.   So I made up a little sign and put it in th...