Gilliland, Steve
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Anything New Under the Sun?
Even though I am a grandpa, I try hard not to look or act like the stereotypical, frumpy, old grandpa who thinks the world...
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Wimpy and the Woodchuck
As a kid growing up in the farm country of central Ohio, my summer income came from the same source as all other farm...
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Ah, My Little Lotus Flower!
I remember several years ago clamoring up over the dike of one pond in the McPherson Valley Wetlands to be greeted by what looked...
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We have a State What?
I try hard to color within the lines, not to run with scissors and overall just to keep my mouth shut. But sometimes I...
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What to do when the Dogs of Summer Howl
The only reason I put up with summer in Kansas is… well, because I have to! My only alternatives are to move or die....
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Insect Removal Technicians
As we walked up the sidewalk and across the patio at my grandson’s house the other night we had to watch our footing as...
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Don’t Scratch that Itch!
My mom was so allergic to poison ivy I still believe to this day she could have caught it by merely looking at the...
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The Skeeters’ Among Us
A sure sign of summer in Kansas is the sight and sound of the mosquito fogger running up-and-down the streets and alleys of our...
