Life with the dull bits cut out

Like many do-it-yourselfers, I find myself turning to Youtube fairly often when I embark on a project, whether it’s replacing a solenoid in my freezer or butchering a deer. It doesn’t matter if the footage is grainy, the sound fuzzy, or the accent nearly...

The Nimrod in the next tree stand over

Once again, in my middle age, I’m finally catching up with something many children in Perry County experience by the time they’re ten — in this case, hunting from a tree stand. The stand in question belongs to my neighbor Buddie, who has hunted...

Joints of rubber, tendons of steel

When our daughter was very small — kindergarten small — she announced that she wanted to play the cello. This was a surprise to her mother and me, since neither of us plays an instrument. On the other hand, we did meet as singers in high school, and for...

Olshan’s Top Ten Gifts of 2014

Black Friday, that annual Olympiad of consumerism, is once again upon us. And once again, I’m fighting back with a list of holiday gifts plucked from the pages of the columns I wrote this year. All of them — save one — can be ordered from the comfort...

That intense little man in the hotel kitchen

It wasn’t long ago that picking up my daughter from school involved car seats and juice boxes, but these days, the conversations on the ride home are getting interesting. Take yesterday, for example. She mentioned she’d had plenty to say in history class....

You’ve had a diminution of what, now?

Twenty years of marriage have taught me a mystifying, yet irrefutable, equation: my wife’s car + parking on the street overnight = crushed wreck in the morning. This has now happened to us five times — five times! Over the years, we’ve learned our...