I remember (and still feel bad about) Chris and I killing a turtle with rocks in a creek when he lived on Tanner Bridge Rd, and I think about it every time I hear the song The Giant Of Illinois by the The Handsome Family.

I remember a book I owned called The Emperor Wears No Clothes by Jack Herer, which I always suspected Jen's girlfriend Tina stole from me when they moved out.

One time on the farm, Dad was in the laundry room and saw a black widow spider on his arm. He shook it off and killed it.

I remember when we lived on the farm near Brazito that the house was infested with fiddleback spiders. When we went to Oklahoma one time, we had to seal all the cabinets because Leroy Propst was going to use some kind of smoke bomb to kill them. When we returned, there were dead spiders all over the place.

I remember that there was a number you could call in the 1950s that gave you the time and temperture.

I remember in the 1950s you could call 411 and get "Information" - the operator looking up the phone number of any person you wanted.

I remember when you had to go through the operator to make a long-distance phone call, and the extra charge showed up on your bill that month.

I remember sleeping on the floor in Emmanuel Lutheran Church in Goodland, Kansas both on the way out and on the way back from Sky Ranch camp in Colorado during the summer of 1986.

I remember the year Sophie accidentally got a birthday present on Danielle's birthday after she begged her mom to let her open an Amazon package that had come for Danielle but that I'd deviously wrapped to look like a birthday gift from me.

I remember during my college years playing the organ one summer at Sunday morning services at Redeemer Lutheran Church - a black congregation in east Oklahoma City.