Friday, July 27, 2007

Yes, more baseball, this time, the REAL DEAL

At long last, he did it. My son Wes became a professional baseball player. In this photo, we are visiting Wrigley field where the Diamondbacks are playing the Cubs. That's Jon on the left and Wes on the right. The next night he put pen to paper, as did I, and agreed to terms with the Arizona Diamondbacks. We are so happy (note the smiles on our faces~!) Wes was sent to Yakima Washington to play for the Yakima Bears.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Bluebirds dining at the Ultimate Bluebird Feeder

Below is a video of my male bluebird eating mealworms from my Ultimate Bluebird Feeder, a gizmo I invented for my wild birds so they could eat mealworms without the mealworms getting away or getting washed away in a storm or blown away with the wind. If you are interested in one, give me a jingle.

Watch me: Bluebirds dining out

Sunday, July 08, 2007


So I'm headed to a movie -- a Bruce Willis flick -- and, as usual, the cell phone goes off. Who could it be but, of course, my baseball son Wes (see Wes in photo; he won some golf balls at a parent/player picnic in Omaha for hitting a golf ball over the Missouri River).

First, there's an expletive, then the news: he's driving on I10 toward Phoenix and he's 45 miles out of town and he's been on "E" for about a half hour. At some point in time you ask yourself where your kids missed the boat on things like filling up with all fluids, including gasoline, before doing things like crossing a desert. Anyway, to make a long story short, he kept going despite my advice to call AAA beFORE he ran out of gas on the interstate at midnight, and he made it... but the texts kept coming through the first half of the movie, "the Bruce Willis never dies flick no. 4". The next day, the next call came. Wes was sick. He's in Tucson where he ate something bad - probably vegetables from a concerned friend. And now he's late for a date in Texas where his gal pal Jay was waiting with relatives for him. Of course there are long pieces of advice given on how to pacify angry girlfriends. The next day, the third call. He needs Grandma's scalloped potatoes recipe. He's cooking for all her relatives. And the next day the fourth call: the check engine light came on in his Subaru Imprezza, which he's driving here to give to his brother, Jon. This is Jon doing what he does best other than leaving a mess in the basement ....

Tomorrow, Wes leaves Texas, on his way here, to Illinois. This is his last excellent vacation before he goes to sign with the D-Backs in a week or so and heads off to the minors. Baseball players. Ya gotta love 'em.