Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com The following is a man’s recipe for eventually learning to live all alone… Shoot, I really hate it when the wife’s feelin’ bad. It jest gets her down and seems to mess up her days.

A robber breaks into an old couple’s house at night. The couple confronts him and he pulls out his gun.

Some of us have time during when “… there’s nothing to do.” Maybe this little group of suggested activities might help fill the idle spaces. Bread is like the Sun.

Editor’s note: This column first appeared in the April 2006 AFA Journal. September 2021 – My email address is public so, as you can imagine, I get plenty.

One of the more popular expressions knocked around by people in my age group (OLD!!) is “used to be.” That is certainly true of our mothers, past and present. This little jewel was forwarded to me by the lovely and talented Starla Dawn Smith, former band director and music teacher who now has joined the ranks of retired teachers looking for means of subsidizing our meager teacher retirement check.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com The couple sitting in the counselor’s office had been married over forty years. They had weathered financial setbacks, the rearing of two children, moving from city to city due to job changes, and countless marital disagreements. But they had finally hit their last wall and in desperation, they had come to the point of consulting a marriage counselor. Now they sat in cold silence, as they waited for the therapist to join them.

The following story is another life lesson I have learned from my long association with the Oklahoma Memorial. At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story.

Ever had your heart crushed by a loved one who broke a promise? Or found that a dear friend wasn’t as trustworthy as you had been led to believe? Are you one of the millions in the work force who was promised that certain position – and then heard through the company grapevine that someone else - less qualified, already received it?

BIG TROUBLE. A man walks in through the front door after work.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com Ever received a frantic phone call from someone needing help? Out of nowhere in a dazzling blue sky, that swiftly moving thunderstorm of need rolls in over your nice quiet afternoon. And the peaceful rhythm of the day is suddenly set to an uneven beat.