Rusty Andrews

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How Long Does It Take to Fill Three 50-Gallon Rain Barrels?

How long does it take to fill three 50-gallon rain barrels?One rainy day in Houston, it seems. I’ll get to that.But before I tell you about the barrels, you should know something about the man who installed them.I have never claimed to be handy. I can change a light bulb (if someone holds the ladder),

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Over the years you’ve said the nicest things about the Duck and all that we have done to bring joy into your lives. But here is the truth. It’s not us. You bring the joy. Every time you walk through our door.

🎉  36 years. Happy, grateful, and full of love for every single one of you. Monday, June 1st marks our 36th year in business. I’ve been out walking this morning, turning that number over in my head, and wondering how we ever even made it through those first five years. They say those are the

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“Cataract removal will be a breeze,” the doctor assured me, “and with your new lenses calibrated to your prescription, you can kiss those glasses goodbye forever.”

But blurry vision turned out to be the least of my problems. That verdict came from a higher authority, Dr. TWWNCBUIP (also known as the wife) who delivered her diagnosis with the cheerful certainty of someone who has already looked up the answer. The prescription: a full-body tune-up, and no appeals would be entertained. The

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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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