Every summer brings back memory

By Bob Huber Then came the summer of 1943, and my friend Smooth Heine and I put together a genuine automobile on a budget of $3.67 — our life’s savings. We named it Clarence. It was also the summer of our discontent, because we’d just begun to feel the first evil pangs of testosterone. We […]

Coaly represented regrettable challenge

By Bob Huber: PNT columnist I once had a rude experience with a horse named Coaly. He was a plow plug, a big, black Percheron with the combined disposition of a medieval executioner and Jack the Ripper. They don’t make animals like him anymore, and we’re lucky that way. To be more specific, he was […]

Summer adventures are coming to an end

Bob Huber When I was a kid, the end of July was a time of the jitters. Summer was waning, and already I could hear the forlorn tolling of school bells. I mentioned that fact to my friend Smooth Heine one morning as we smoked grape leaves in snakeweed pipes behind his father’s barn. “It […]