Rusty Andrews

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Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

You guessed it. I was at the Paul McCartney show last week. It had been more than twenty years since I’d last seen him live, and I’m happy to report that the man, much like me, hasn’t aged. Unlike me, though, he still remembers every word to every song. We should all have that kind

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Unpacking My Accidental Time Capsule …

The “fun car,” as TWWNCBUIP calls it (I just call it Silver, as in Hi Ho), has finally left the garage to get road-ready again. For years it sat quietly collecting dust while every shiny new car claimed the VIP parking space in our garage. Now it is with JTMWCFA (Jeff, the Man Who Can

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Last week, I was living the high life.

Last week, I was living the high life. Birthday boy. Man of the hour. Poolside in Las Vegas, where the sun can be broiling but they think of everything, even iced towels to cool you down. My drinks came dressed with flowers, and I was lounging under my palm tree with an iced towel, reading

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A Pothole So Big that it had it’s Own Zipcode

Just the other night, I was thinking about how some folks have told me they missed my little stories in these emails. A few of them even said they thought I was funny. So I brought this up while TWWNCBUIP and I were in front of the TV enjoying the latest rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond,

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Clear Vision and a Missing Sock

I’m looking at the world through new eyes today. And no, I haven’t suddenly become deep and soulful. It’s just that my old man cataracts have been traded in for shiny new lenses that can see both near and far. Feels a bit like I can see clearly now…without having to break into song about

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Behind the Red Door

Behind the red door… Way, way, way back…all the way back to the 1990’s McGonigel’s Mucky Duck opened in a simple concrete building with a red door. The stories behind that red door are many, some I’ve told, some should remain untold. Some are funny, some are sad, some just give paws…. So why red?

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Where was I?

So….where was I? Five years ago, right about this time, I was preparing for our 30th Duck birthday by gathering memories, collecting my thoughts and combing through old photo albums (remember those?) to share the story of our beginning with all of you. I had gotten all the way to March with my stories and

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Alice Turns 50

Alice’s super surprise birthday party…. We were up and at it by 6am for our early morning flight to Memphis, and that my friends is so far before TCON we were worried that we might miss the flight.  Linc and Lola weren’t very happy when they realized that this trip didn’t include them. We made it to

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When Lyle started to sing not a soul moved.

June 1st is our birthday. We turned 32 years old. From the time we woke up until we went to sleep last night we were feeling all the feels. Happy.Proud. Excited. But most of all…grateful. Grateful for you. Every single one of you. Thank you, all of you beautiful duckers. Thank you for being here

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Did we offer roast leg of lamb? No.  Would we? Of course we would. 

I really appreciate the kind words that so many of you have shared with me regarding my little stories. You are all so forgiving of my ramblings, punctuation and dangling participles. Thank you. I don’t really know what makes these memories pop into my head but they do, and when they do, sometimes they make

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