Football season is upon us and it is still too early to tell what is going to transpire in the coming weeks ahead. In fact, even well into the season it’s hard to predict, if not downright impossible. And that is because of The Unknown. At the beginning of every sports season, even the beginning of every game, be it… Read moreSports | The Unknown
Today summer is over. Not officially, that doesn’t happen until September 22, but for all intents and purposes, the last day of summer is Labor Day. Some will say that the Saturday before is the start of autumn with the kickoff of the college football season. Either way, it is another trip around the sun and another summer behind. As… Read moreSuddenly Last Summer | The Warmth Of The Sun
Finally, I was a catcher. I had played organized baseball from the time I was seven years old. I always wanted to play catcher but the coaches, including my father, wouldn’t let me because I was left-handed. Instead they made me a first baseman. I loved the position and was pretty good at it, but I was never taught to… Read moreThe Last Game | Part One
It was shaping up to be a good year. We were tied for first place about halfway through the season. All that changed the following Saturday morning. Early in the game, Beera came to the plate and hit a line drive to center. The center fielder caught the ball on the first bounce and threw it to the second baseman…. Read moreThe Last Game | Part Two
I folded the Bug’s top down and dropped my bat bag onto the back seat. I climbed in, turned the ignition switch, looked at the miniature leather baseball glove hanging from the rear-view mirror and smiled. That had been one helluva game. I put the little car in gear and drove away, enjoying the wind on my face and the… Read moreThe Last Game | Part Three
I spent a lot of time on the Lake Lanier throughout my twenties and early thirties, and I didn’t even own a boat. I was able to experience Lake Life thanks to my friends Doug, Deb and Destry Holmes and the generosity of their parents. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes bought a houseboat in 1978, an intracoastal boat with a high… Read moreThe Barbara Ann | Lake Life
For Boomers coming of age in the Seventies, there were two vacation meccas, Panama City and Daytona Beach. I went to Panama City a couple of times during that time, but Daytona was the hot spot. There was a big group of us that all went together, guys and girls. We would plan the trips months in advance. There are… Read moreDaytona Beach | What Happens In Daytona…
The charter boat chugged slowly through the harbor, toward the jetty and the East Pass. On board were the man, Rusty, Bobby, Jerry, Danny and George. They were co-workers. Each July, the boss paid for an employee only weekend fishing trip to Destin, Florida. He chartered the boats, paid for the rooms in the Village Inn across the street from… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part One
They were trolling fairly slowly. Thomas had been watching the shark rod. He had gone forward in the cabin to the head and when he returned, he saw the tip of the rod bobbing and bowing fairly hard. “Hey,” he said to the mate, “I think we’ve got some action on that shark rod.” The mate went to the rod,… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part Two
After towing the shark about a mile, the captain cut the throttle. “I can’t do this,” he said. “It’s too much strain and too much weight. Get him back to the stern and see if we can pull it on board from there. If we can’t, we’ll cut it loose. I’m not going to tear my boat up trying to… Read moreSome Fisherman | Part Three
