This week's post is Chapter three as we go through our book. We begin to notice each boy's personality and watch as their relationship develops. Mark, the class bully, also begins to take his place in our tale. You may also notice a subtle Christian overtone has begun to develop; as a former pastor, I... Continue Reading →
Ode to the lowly Whistle Pig.
My fellow TCC members. Most of you have gotten used to the fact that some, if not most of our stories, are a bit on the odd side. When I say most, I mean all and let's be real, all of you possess an uncommonly high degree of common sense elsewise you wouldn't be here.... Continue Reading →
The tale of the “Tarr Baby”
I've been thinkin' of late; what with all this bad news circling and swirling about. If a body isn't careful, it may seep into your mind like poison, darkening your thoughts and dreams. Even your very outlook on this precious gift of life; the very life given each of us by a just and Holy... Continue Reading →
HOW TO POLE VAULT OVER A MOUSE TURD, and other useless things.
I've been practicing this writing thing for a few years now, Maybe someday I shall be at the very least mediocre. Alas... I keep pounding away at these blasted keys while rubbing a bald spot into what little hair I have left. From time to time I'll stop, stare at the words in disgust and... Continue Reading →
Award Winning Wednesday – Michael Miller at The Tin Cup Clan — The Haps With Herb
Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22636 – 939 Here’s the haps: Hello My Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Foundlings, Frogs, Frontiersmen, and Fidgeters, See, this is what happens to me, I skip a day in a streak. “Herb, nobody’s going to miss you for one day.” But one day turns into a week, turns into a month turns…Award Winning... Continue Reading →
The Exploits of “Hefer” the Cinnamon Queen.
I'm not often at a loss for words, I believe there are a number of fine folk out there that can attest to that simple statement. However, I must admit I'm just a smidge at a loss pertaining to an ol' girl soon to be known to many as "Hefer." Oh, it's a fine story... Continue Reading →
By Michael Miller Autumn in the hills of East TN is a very special time. The smell of fresh-cut hay hangs heavy in the cool crisp air. Hills and hollers are dressed in their Sunday best; sporting vivid hues of orange, red and gold. An elegant mist hovers at tree-top level, just as a... Continue Reading →
Ahab’s real name was Wendall
Ahab...the name carry's with it a ponderous weight. Scenes of massive wooden ships under full canvas fill our noggins, if we allow ourselves the privilege, we can almost hear the overbearing Captain as he berates the lowly shipmates. With little effort we may go so far as to catch a glimpse of the massive white... Continue Reading →
The Trouble with Pink Socks
Once again I find myself apologizing; I've really let you folks down with the posts (or lack of) lately. Things have been a little hectic around the Tin Cup Clan's new domicile. So busy in fact, I've found myself thinking of little else. That was until today...when for some unbeknownst to me reason, I found... Continue Reading →
Did Ye’ wipe Ye” Feet ‘fore Ye’ Got in the Bed?
It's been a while since the last post, but I got a good reason I promise. You see, a few years ago the little Mrs. and myself moved off to the beach for a while. Since then we've been blessed with no less than seven grand-babies. These damnable treatments combined with the travel distance made... Continue Reading →