Vince writes about family, friendships, everyday life, and the kinds of moments that usually become funny later.

The stories come from honest beginnings, unexpected detours, and the people who leave behind stories worth retelling.

He enjoys good coffee, good company, and the kinds of gatherings where one story leads to another—and the facts become negotiable somewhere along the way.

The Misrememberings of

Vincent Lee Smith

The time my youngest grabbed a cheap broken plastic car out of my hands after I told him I couldn’t fix it.

As he headed for the door he looked back and said:

“I give it to Paw-Paw Bob.

He’ll fic it.

He’ll dut tape it.”

Recent misrememberings...

That time I put a whoopie cushion in The General’s chair after supper.
Then came a knock at the door.
The Avon lady.

I bolted for my room thinking, “Well…this is how it all ends.”

A few seconds later it finally went off.
I peeked around the corner expecting to see The General glaring holes through the wall…

But somehow Bob was the one sitting in the chair.

Once, my middle son—about sixteen at the time—explained that he had “only” been going 10–15 mph when he slid his Jeep off the road and into a ditch.

So I drove him back to the curve…

eased through it at 15 mph…

and asked him why the skid marks were seventy-five feet long.

Been Bit By That Dog Yourself?

If one of these stories reminded you of somebody from your own life, I’d love to hear it.

The uncle who fixed everything with duct tape.
The dog nobody should have trusted.
The family trip that went sideways before you left the driveway.

You can send your own misrememberings below.

A few may eventually find their way onto the page here.

Names may be changed to protect the guilty.