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 […]

We were upstaged by a master prankster

By Bob Huber: PNT columnist When I was a kid, April Fools’ Day lasted all month. It was unwritten law in those days that guys got to seek revenge for tricks played on them. To limit that activity to only one day was blatantly unfair. (That edict always ceased at midnight, April 30, which was […]

Be careful who you trick and/or treat

By Bob Huber When I was a kid, the joy of Halloween ranked second only to Christmas. It was that wonderful night of the year when we could be ghosts, goblins, and other evil things, and at the same time extort candy and tear down our neighbors’ mail boxes. Of course, in those days costumes […]

Summer the perfect time for not-so-smart ideas

By Bob Huber Childhood friends tell me I once had tangled curly hair and a perpetual runny nose, and I ran around all summer in frayed overalls and Tenner shoes, the latter being the invention of that friend of all boys, Mr. Tenner. But in spite of my appearance, those were exotic times, like the […]

Old Thunder wasn’t the greatest gift after all

By Bob Huber In case you haven’t noticed, this is that wonderful time of year when we celebrate Father’s Day. (Pause here for drum roll.) Warning: No matter that your daughter gave you a bolo tie with a Girl Scout emblem on it, or that your son gave you a birthstone ring made of cement, […]

Snipe hunting only needs to be enjoyed once

By Bob Huber If you’re thinking about a final spring adventure before the advent of summer reruns, zealots of the great outdoors will be happy to introduce you to snipe hunting. You probably deserve it. Snipe hunting is a traditional American exploit, ranked high on the all-time list of Things You Do Only Once in […]

Anyone can grow up to be a super hero

Bob Huber When I was a kid, Don Winslow of the Coast Guard was a big matinee kahuna. His Hollywood adventures led every red-blooded American boy to believe that anyone could grow up to be a super hero. And if he didn’t grow up, he could be a president. There was one particular episode that […]

Watch out for Old Man Clonch this holiday season

Bib Huber (Christmas carols playing.) Ah the holidays, that time of year for fireplaces and hot spiced cider, the sounds of crinkling wrapping paper and children squealing, and, of course — THE CURSE OF OLD MAN CLONCH! (Carols segue to ominous music.) When I was a kid, it was tough being bad during the holidays, […]

In a child’s adventure, dad ends up the hero

Bob Huber When Big War II broke out, every red-blooded American kid who believed in baseball, cowboys, and the American Way shouldered his Red Ryder BB gun in the relentless struggle against tyranny. The scenario involved the building of small forts hither and yon in the Colorado foothills so enemies of the free world could […]

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 […]