Lucky Garvin
LUCKY GARVIN: Saying Goodbye To Lola
Our Lola appears to be deep in sleep on her favorite corner of the sofa, her head resting on out-stretched paws. But to our sorrow, this is not sleep.
The...
LUCKY GARVIN: THE BREAK-IN [from years ago]
Darlin’ wife Sabrina is under the delusion that our pet Doberman Onyx is a guard-dog....
LUCKY GARVIN: The Tale Of The Ugly Christmas Tree
All Christmas trees are beautiful aren’t they? My wife, Sabrina, looked at the artificial Christmas...
LUCKY GARVIN: The Driver
It was nearing Christmas this year; a hard-working Mexican-American family man was driving his fully-loaded...
LUCKY GARVIN: 3 Wildlife Memories
While there are sorrows in the rehabbing of injured, orphaned, or diseased wildlife, there are...
The Coolest Joe of Them All
Not all memories come readily to mind. When my brother, Denny, and I wrote the collaborative diary of our childhoods – “Growing Up In...
The Prediction: Spring Beyond The Storm
To be a meteorologist in the Roanoke Valley is not a profession I would care for. There’s something about our mountains, our topography, which...
Taking My Place Upon The Dusty Shelf
It is an honor beyond comment to have The Roanoke Academy of Medicine determine I should receive the Lifetime Achievement Award.
Looking back, there is...
Lifting The Tractor of Ego
This is more a memory than a story. It has no lesson, no display of wisdom. It’s merely something that occurred during my medical...
My First Kiss
From many years ago . . .
My thirteen-year-old son Cailan wanted to ask me some questions about, well…you know... girls and stuff. How...
Our Fifth Doberman
I guess it happens to everyone ; get lost; go right when I should go left. I recall my first day in high school,...
