Yes, AbiEcho, there is an Easter Bunny…
by Chuck Harrison
…and coming to your Grandpa Chuck for the answer to that question was definitely a step in the right direction. I’m an acknowledged expert on that subject.
Now I’m not going to hood-wink you by telling you that there is this large rabbit that scurries about on Easter morning hiding multi-colored eggs to the delight of wide-eyed youngsters worldwide. Those duties are delegated to moms and pops and social workers at the local playgrounds and parks. No, the Easter Bunny is really explained by the story I’m about to tell you. Real life. This happened when your grandpa was a youngster of about five years old.
As you know, your Great Uncle Buck is a little more than two years older than your Grandpa Chuck, and as a kid, that caused some problems for me. Hey, he was bigger than me, faster than me, stronger than me, and like most younger siblings in a family, I knew Mom and Pop liked him best.
It was Easter, 1944... (Click here to read the entire story.)
My Friend Bro
by Chuck Harrison
I am not a cat person. Oh, I can put up with the beasts, but I think my “problem” is that I’m an “in charge” person....and so are cats. There can only be one “in charge”, and, as everyone knows, nobody, or thing, is more in charge than a cat.
I first met Bro about ten years ago. He belonged to my lady-friend, Lew. She had another cat, a female, named Hooker. At that time Bro was ten years old. Hooker was four years his junior.
Hooker was a character. Mischievous. Bounding here and there at times, looking to create “something happening”. Twinkle in her eye. Oftentimes a smile on her face. Took pride in her appearance. All in all, your typical pampered housecat.
Bro was an “observer” cat. Never got involved in things very much but always knew what was going on. He observed. He took notes. Never did smile much. About 60% of the time he looked pretty “gruffy”. He just pretty much laid around, got teased by Hooker, and observed.
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