- Ralph Couey
RALPH COUEY | Road trip memories
The sun is just rising into a clear sky, the day still fresh, new, and unspoiled.
RALPH COUEY | Secure your junk
I rarely use this space to chip my gums. I much prefer to write about things that bring humor, joy, or deep thoughts; subjects that I hope have wide appeal. But after Tuesday morning, I just have to stop and take a stand.
RALPH COUEY | Twisters: Frightening, yet fascinating
I’ve always been fascinated by weather. I grew up in the Midwest – “Tornado Alley” – a million-cubic-mile severe weather laboratory.
RALPH COUEY | Putting pump prices in perspective
Gasoline prices have boomed.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you don’t need me to tell you this.
RALPH COUEY | Raise a cheer for big electric bikes
The concept by which your car’s engine works has been around, at least as an idea, for more than 800 years.
RALPH COUEY | War offers important history lesson
One hundred and fifty years ago Tuesday, the first shots were fired in what would become America’s bloodiest conflict, and the most critical point in our nation’s history.
RALPH COUEY | Sat. morning memories
One of the warmest memories of my childhood was Saturday mornings.
Spring ushers in life reborn | Ralph Couey
“No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. “April is a promise that May is bound to keep.” – Hal Borland
RALPH COUEY | Life without wife soon grows into hairy experience
For most of a man’s married life, he exists in a happy state of domestication. He may at times wax nostalgic about those early years when he was led around by his hormones and a nose for mischief, and there might be one or two attempts to re-enact those years.
But for the most part, men willingly accept the structures and limits of matrimony because we realize that the “other” reason we get married is that we need someone around to keep us out of trouble.
RALPH COUEY | Disaster at our doorstep
We live in a world filled with troubles, great and small. It is a measure of this world’s difficulties that even the great tragedies, ones that use to be insulated from us by distance or borders, now reach out to each and every one of us.
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