Kurtz…

Replaced by Olivia!

Rylin make friends with the neighbor.

Rylin make friends with the neighbor.

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

I don’t like Olivia.

It took a mere two days for Olivia to upset, create turmoil and completely shatter my fun-filled plans for the summer: swimming, playing catch with the Frisbee, taking walks, playing at the parks, going to the library, bowling, fishing, taking in some museums, and simply playing outside in the backyard.

But then Olivia intervened.

Even the occasional relaxation time in the house reading a book or playing music has been disrupted by Olivia.

Everything suddenly has changed. And I don’t like it! Continue reading

Kurtz…

A granddaughter’s love

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

April and May, especially May, are the big birthday months for grandchildren: Carys in Colorado turned 7; Alexandra in Seattle turns 15; Ashlyn in Olathe soon will be 3; and a new grandson in Olathe likely is going to arrive sometime in May.

For the record, Rylin in Olathe turns 6 in August and Dylan in Colorado will be 9 in October.

Not long ago, after Ashlyn and I had walked home from school with Rylin, we were sitting at the kitchen table; they eating their afternoon snack, I drinking a cup of coffee and the conversation was centered on Ashlyn’s upcoming birthday.

“How old are you going to be?” I asked Ashlyn.

“Three,” she replied while stuffing her mouth with blue berries. Continue reading

An airline that makes flying fun

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Kulula is a low-cost South-African airline that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Check out their new livery! And get a kick out of the comments at the end of the photos. Notice the labeling on the plane.

Pretty funny. It was sent to me by friend Tom Chenowith. Read all the way to the end. Enjoy and then pass it along to someone who needs cheering up!

Kulula is a low-cost South-African airline that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Check out their new livery! And get a kick out of the comments at the end of the photos. Notice the labeling on the plane.

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One year ago…

It was nearly one year ago to the day when Olathe was pounded by the worst snow storm of the winter.

Sitting in the front room, working on my taxes while surfing the channels on the television to the delight of my wife Terri, I stumbled onto a rerun of the show Survivor Man. He was left stranded in the Artic for seven days, alone to survive in the elements.

Staring at my tax receipts, glancing out the window at the heavy snowfall and listening to Les Stroud as he tries to create a shelter, I was reminded of being battered in Olathe’s snow storm a year earlier in my attempts to be Snow-vivorman!

Enjoy my rerun!

 

1967 to 2014: Will you still need me?

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

Barring any unforeseen incidents, turning 64 is inevitable for everyone and although countless thousands of people have reached that milestone and countless more are destined to follow, somehow I never thought it would happen to me.

When The Beatles came out with the song of the same name in June of 1967 I was 17 at the time and looking forward to enjoying the summer prior to the start of my senior year at Olathe High School. Listening to that song and the mere thought of turning 64 years old, well, was nothing more than a nano-second flash through my brain and an assumption it would take a lifetime to reach. Continue reading

You’re only as old as you feel or until somebody tells you

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

It’s not that I don’t know I’m getting older.

I mean, that’s just a fact of life. From the day we’re born, it is our destiny to get gray-haired, wrinkled, to feel aches and pains longer, and to develop love handles.

I get it.

But I don’t need to be reminded of it! Continue reading

No bargain is worth holiday shopping mania

Chuck Kurtz

Chuck Kurtz

When it comes to getting a good deal, well, I’m right there — at the head of the line if possible.

But you’ll never — NEVER — catch me pitching a tent on a concrete sidewalk next to a store front’s sliding glass doors days before the Black Friday sales begin, or in the case of this year for what now is being labeled Brown Thursday. Besides, it would be my luck I would end up not hearing the alarm clock, over-sleeping and then waking up to the sounds of people shuffling past the tent on their way into the store.

In my 63 years, I’ve taken part in two — just two — of what I have come to label as shopping hysteria calamity. The first one took place nearly 30 years ago at the Olathe Feeney’s Hallmark store. It was the big “sale” day after Christmas and wife Terri desperately wanted a Christmas tree ornament she was collecting that was to go on sale. Only she had to work.

So I “volunteered” to go buy it for her. Continue reading

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