My wife and I used to have a storage unit. Not one of those little ones – oh no, we had the big one. The kind where you could park a small car if you were brave enough (and desperate enough). We called it “The Black Hole” because once something went in, it never came […]

My granddaddy always used to say that if you want to know how strong your roof is, you don’t just walk on it in sunny weather. You’ve got to let some wind and rain blow against it for a spell. See where the weak spots are. And I reckon that’s a mighty fine way to […]

I was in the middle of a fine-tuning a lawnmower engine at my old hardware store when a young fella, maybe twenty-five years old with a laptop under his arm, came strolling up. He looked like he’d just walked off the set of some Silicon Valley show. He said, “You’re Bojangles, right? My dad told […]

I was standin’ in my old hardware store one Saturday mornin’, talkin’ to a young fella about fixin’ up his truck. He was a good kid, smart as a whip, but he had that look in his eye – the one that says you’re just killin’ time until the “real” life starts. “I’m just savin’ […]

Every now and then, my granddaughter will come home from Sunday school with a question that can stop a grown man in his tracks. It was during one of our Saturday morning pancake flips that she looked up at me with those big, curious eyes and asked, “Pop-Pop, what’s it like to be dead?” I […]

Ever feel like your day is a runaway train and you’re just clinging to the cowcatcher, praying it doesn’t hit anything important? I remember one Saturday at the hardware store. The phone was ringing off the hook, Mrs. Gable was in tears because her leaky faucet had flooded her new linoleum (a sin against good […]

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Bojangles, that’s personal! That’s not for the hardware store aisle chat!” And you’re right, in a way. But just like when your sink is clogged or your fence has a loose board, you can’t just ignore it and hope it fixes itself. You’ve got to roll up your sleeves, […]

I remember my old pal, Earl. Bless his heart – he was a good man but a talker. I mean, you could get a sunburn from listening to that man spin a yarn. He’d come into the hardware store and before you could even ask him what he needed, he’d have told you about the […]

Back in my hardware store days, a fella came in, bought a whole truckload of 2x4s for what he said was a big ol’ deck project for someone else. I gave him the best price on town, shook his hand, and wished him luck. Well, six months later, my wife sees that very same pile […]