by erictknight | May 20, 2016 | autobiography, comedy, creative writing, Eric Knight, humor, whimsy
Ugh. This sure brings back memories, and not the good kind. This was step one of “remodeling” our old pool, which had become the bane of my existence. The old plaster was flaking away in great chunks and the pool had become home to a mutant strain of black...
by erictknight | May 19, 2016 | adolescence, autobiography, comedy, family, gratitude, humor, whimsy
I came across this old picture of my younger son, Daniel, recently, and all I could think was: What the heck is he doing? Maybe I shouldn’t have let him watch the Exorcist at such a young age? Whatever he’s doing, it’s clearly frightening his older...
by erictknight | May 10, 2016 | autobiography, education, family, gratitude, personal growth, public schools, writing
By 2005 I’d had enough. My custom electronics business, while very successful, was destroying me. I was stressed all the time, I lost weight, I couldn’t sleep, I drank too much. Worst of all was what it was doing to my family. I was fighting with my wife...
by erictknight | Feb 26, 2016 | Arizona history, autobiography, cattle, comedy, Date Creek Ranch, Eric Knight, horses, humor, ranching
To round out the triumvirate of Date Creek Ranch nags I was stuck riding as a kid, there was Beauty. Beauty was all black, just like the Black Beauty of movie fame (read part 1 here). And right there all comparisons between Beauty and her namesake ended. There was...
by erictknight | Feb 18, 2016 | Arizona history, autobiography, cattle, Date Creek Ranch, horses, humor, ranching, writing
By the time I was older, around 10 or so, I was heartily sick of riding the nags we had at Date Creek Ranch. Mom and Dad had good horses. My older sister, Kim, had a good horse, but I was still rotating between Lady (who, as I’ve mentioned before, was completely...
by erictknight | Aug 7, 2015 | Arizona history, autobiography, cattle, ranching
The first calf I ever raised with a bottle was a little heifer. I was about nine or so and we were driving some cattle back to the corrals. As I recall, I was riding in the drags (that’s at the back of the herd) with Dad and there was this little red calf with a white...
