by Hank Frazee | Jul 5, 2025 | The Saturday Morning Post
The Last Buzzcut “The trick is growing up without growing old.” Casey Stengel This is one of the last photos of me with a buzzcut, or what was known back then as a butch. We were up at my aunt and uncle’s cabin, and my cousins Stephen and Rory and I went into Reno for...
by Hank Frazee | Jun 28, 2025 | The Saturday Morning Post
Magic Fingers “I saw that.” Karma Less bark, more wag. My cousin Stephen was definitely the alpha dog of our little pack, but every dog has his day, as you will see. When I was about twenty, we took a family trip to the Grand Canyon. On the first night,...
by Hank Frazee | Jun 21, 2025 | The Saturday Morning Post
Jim and the Lion “One cannot plan for the unexpected.” Aaron Klug Way up in the forest, and miles from nearly anything else, stood The Christmas Tree Restaurant on a long slow curve of Highway 27. When we were up at Aunt Janice and Uncle Gordon’s...
by Hank Frazee | Jun 14, 2025 | The Saturday Morning Post
Mr. Armstrong’s Gift “Nothing you do for children is ever wasted.” Garrison Keillor When I was a kid, we knew a handyman whose name was Horace Armstrong, but all the kids and adults called him Mr. Armstrong. For quite a while, it didn’t even...
by Hank Frazee | Jun 7, 2025 | The Saturday Morning Post
The Fight “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” Muhammad Ali The new kid in my seventh-grade woodshop class was named Mike. He transferred in mid-semester. Mike was above average in height, with long, black hair. I hadn’t even spoken to him when I...
