🚜 Scrap Drive
🚜 Scrap Drive — The Willys, the Welders, and the Winter We Almost Ruled Pearl Street
How a homebuilt tractor, a spring blizzard, and a whole lot of Glover pride taught me what leadership looks like when the road disappears.
🎸 Turn It Up: Music, Memories, and Growing Up in Picher, Oklahoma
From a red GTO and rattling 8-tracks to the night I met Kevin Cronin mid-turbulence, this is the story of how music shaped my life, saved my memories, and stitched together generations. A love letter to rock and roll, fatherhood, and the soundtrack that still plays at full volume.
🧠 What My Grandad Forgot—and What I Won’t
Grandad Ben could crack a watermelon over his knee and a story wide open with just a grin. Alzheimer’s stole his punchlines—but not his presence. This post is my promise to remember, to keep the forge lit, and to roar loud enough that no one forgets him again.
🧠 Why I Wrote My Memoir Before It Was Too Late
This memoir wasn’t written for publishers. It was written to fight the fade. For my grandsons. For the town that’s no longer on the map. For the memories that crackle like porch steps and Gorilla laughter. If you’ve ever felt something slipping, this is why I picked up a pen.
🧠 They Forgot. I won’t.
Dementia runs in my family—but so does defiance. My granddad forgot. My dad forgot. I won’t. This post is a punch thrown at forgetting, one memory at a time. If you’ve ever watched someone fade, this is what it looks like to fight back—with ink, grit, and a Gorilla’s roar.