Cowboy Bob Sorensen

My parents were deceased by the time Charlene and I were married, so I had their wedding rings in my possession. Two sets. The first was plain gold bands, the second was for their 50th anniversary. Those were a bit more ornate with a diamond. We opted for the second set. To wear my father's ring, I had to get it resized downward. It could not go any smaller, but it was still loose on my finger. I took it off for showering and other things, usually setting it on the dresser. One day, I realized it was missing. I never found it, and it has been months — possibly a year. Someone pointed out the look of love on her face when putting the ring on my finger. After Charlene suddenly died, I sought the original wedding ring set from my parents. I wanted to wear one because I still love her, and it was a connection to my father. (Even so, a co-worker tried to fix me up, "When you're ready to move on, I know a nice girl..." She was my wife and best friend, not a hamster to be re

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen Here's a story I told a few people and wanted to share with y'all. When my father died, I received some money from a trust fund or something. I put it toward a 2003 Hyundai Accent and considered it his last material gift to me. It was a good car for about eight years. Click for larger One day, it wouldn't start. I called the AAA service and they sent someone out. (Couldn't get it to my usual mechanic.) "No, it's not a dead battery, the starter went bad", or words to that effect. It was towed, starter replaced, I paid a lot of money. A few months later, it acted up again, and it was towed to the same service facility. A wire fell off, and I had to pay for that as well. Then a third time, same problem, but they didn't charge me for the repair that time. At this point, the owner of the facility told me there was a problem in the frame. Essentially, it was rotting out from the inside, and he said flat out that he wanted t