Jack Miller

This memory is one I wrote in the fall not long ago, and with the chill in the air on some mornings, I am beginning to get the feeling associated with the memory again. It’s called “Fall Fever.”

I have passed many so called milestones in my life. At 17, I became old enough to join the Navy, which was an important one that made me feel all grown up. Just before I reached 21, I got out of the navy for the first time vowing to never return (a vow which proved to be premature). At 21, I was old enough to walk into a bar and show my real ID card in order to buy a beer. The first legal one was

I wrote this Mid-Missouri Memory years ago, but I found myself wondering about those small towns again after watching a re-run of Andy Griffiths show in Mayberry, a small town that I hope is still alive and well.

You could probably go to any town in the United States and it would have a street the kids call “The Drag”.  The location may change, but never the purpose, which for guys is a place to show off hot cars and meet girls.

This story came out of a conversation I had with my sister-in-law, Joyce Jeffries. It is a memory we share, even though we grew up a long way from each other. It sometimes takes someone else to shake a memory loose, and I always enjoy rediscovering them again, as much as I hope those who read them do.

Well, it's happened again! There is a ragged old cat hanging around my house that someone has probably dropped off thinking that it's the place for cats. It is not a pretty cat, and it looks as if it had lost a few fights along the way. It is a skittish cat, and runs at the sight of me.  The thing is that it reminds me of a cat my father-in-law had, so I have started to leave extra food in my othe

Rummaging through my files the other day, I ran across a memory that I wrote around 11 years ago when my granddaughter Shelbi, the daughter of my oldest son Darren and his wife Terrinda, was the only little one for my wife and I to spoil...

July has two very important anniversaries for me this year. One anniversary July 29,  marks 53 years that I have been married, and the other on July 10 is for eight years behind this KSIS microphone. After 53 years of marriage, I think I am starting to get the hang of that one. As for the radio, you the listener are my ultimate judge, but if you have enjoyed hearing and reading my mid-Missouri Mem

I spent my active time in the Navy aboard US Navy Destroyers in the '50s and '60s, those small ships they called the greyhounds of the sea because they didn't spend a lot of time in port.  It could be very boring during those long stretches at sea, so the officers and crew would make up their own entertainment in the form of variety shows, known as "smokers" on ships.  These smokers were

I love that scene in old westerns of a carriage with a patient horse, waiting for a doctor to come out of a farmhouse, swinging his bag and carrying an armload of baked goods or other forms of barter to pay for services rendered. It is a picture of a time that will never come again, for the days of house-calling doctors have gone the way of the dinosaurs.