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Ive had to give fatherly advice, which just like my real kids is taken with a grain of salt; Ive had to criticize her work, getting the too often eye-roll; and Ive had to call her occassionally to ask, "Where are you? Shes not written anything that I can remember since her, "I will be home by my curfew" story, which was actually just a sentence written 30x on a piece of notebook paper in high school.

" She knew just how hard and how much to push my buttons before I would either snap or laugh. So far, shes picking things up and is figuring out the routine.

It dawned on me last week that my grandpa wrote KWICK KWIBS for 24 years. for 12 years and I have written KWIBS for over 27 years now. Possibly, there are over 3,000 columns with the name "KWIBS" on them.

The thought of working with a family member who is so opinionated and stubborn and hard headed and moody, probably prevented her from ever asking me. This will be a challenge for sure, but I think with a little time, she can be a great addition to our family newspaper. Please be patient with us while we work through the process of getting her involved and please pray for patience for me! As if adulting wasnt hard enough, theres also parenting.

I hope that wasnt an indicator at how badly my first columns were, but I was able to keep the column for another six months or so, before it got axed by the new owners of the Index.

I continued working there for about another couple of months before Ronda and I started The Gyp Hill Premiere. I had my diapers changed there, I grew up and played there.

I also get lots of drawings of bunnies, sunshine and trees - refreshing for this time of year. One Tuesday afternoon back in early 1989, my dad took a trip to Missouri and left a space-filler for his column that said, "Will Return." I was working as the pressman during those days and saw an opportunity to test my writing skills.

They were pretty terrible and my dad was pretty mad when he came back and saw that I had written KWICK KWIBS, Jr. He let me continue to write, but then eventually sold the newspaper and moved to Missouri.

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