Brad Nelson

Leo and I were always up to something. If we had nothing in the works, we were thinking about the next prank. One of us found an old horseshoe at a haystack.

Right now outside my house in central Washington state, we are experiencing a freezing drizzle. The forecast is for up to a 0.1 inch of ice covering everything by morning.

Happenings never have singular, simple sources of ideas or objects that make them possible. Within a mile of where I live, there is an auto repair business that includes a towing service.

Mothers have amazing memories. Perhaps those memories seem so clear because they are unedited. In the early years of this column, my mother reminded me that in fifth grade I had written a continuing story that the teacher shared with the class each day, right after she read a chapter in the book we were treated to after lunch.

The Thanksgiving holiday is almost here. How we look forward to this event has a lot to do with whether we are the dinner guest or the turkey. It’s a time to appreciate what we have rather than commiserate about we wish we had.

Once upon a time, there was a country music song in which the singer bemoaned always having his truck passed on the highway by Greyhound buses.