Two years. In childhood, two years is a lifetime. Think of the difference in second grade and fourth grade, seventh grade and ninth grade, tenth grade and twelfth grade. The growth spurts and coming of age in these years make the passage of time seem like infinity. School years are endless, along with summer vacations, although the school years seem… Read moreTwo Years | 8-26-21
I started playing golf in 1983 after watching the movie “Caddyshack”. It remains my favorite movie of all time, but that’s blog fodder for another day. A lot has happened between then and now. I have played golf in Scotland. I have been on the grounds of Augusta National during The Masters. I have walked the Old Course at St…. Read moreBreaking Eighty | The Elusive Number
“Well,” said his father, “I’m goin’ down to the lake and fish for a while.” “Tommy, do you wanna go down an’ fish with y’daddy?” asked his mother. Thomas Brooks grunted and shook his head. “No, I’m gonna stay here and watch the game,” he said. It was a beautiful early autumn Sunday afternoon in Georgia. Thomas and his parents… Read moreUncle Leonard’s Lake
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This New Year’s there’s a shortage of collard greens. According to Newsweek, it’s due to bad weather across the South. Hurricane Michael in particular destroyed most of the crops. A friend of mine went to the grocery store last week to buy collards and the grocer tried to sell her kale. That is so wrong on so many levels. That’s… Read moreHappy New Year | Collards And Kale
I had become a scoffer. The rumblings had started in the early spring around my fifth-grade class at school. I think Dave-O was the first one I ever heard say it. “There’s no such thing as Santa Claus,” he harrumphed at the lunchroom table. I stared at him in complete and utter shock. How could he even think such a… Read moreA Scoffer | A Bag Of Switches
It was a mild and overcast Friday afternoon in March. The boy closed the garage door behind him and headed down the path leading into the woods. He was carrying his new Daisy Model 111 BB gun and had his Boy Scout hatchet strapped to his belt. He walked along the path by the big bunker he and his friends… Read moreThe Blue Jay
The darkness was descending. It was not there yet, but it was descending. The man knew that it was coming, he just didn’t know when. It always came, eventually. Sometimes he could feel it descending slowly. Other times it descended quickly. His wife understood and he was thankful for that. She called it “crawling back into the shell,” and said… Read moreThe Darkness And The Shell
Today is the first day of fall. It is also the opening of Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany. Since Munich is six hours ahead of us, the mayor has already tapped the first barrel of beer and things are in full swing by now. Oktoberfest in Munich is pretty much at the top of my Bucket List and has been for… Read moreOktoberfest | Still On The Bucket List
The big buck walked toward him. Thomas Brooks was sitting in the stand that his friend had put him in. It was about halfway up a big tree by the creek. “The path runs right by here,” his friend had told him. “They stop here to drink. You’re bound to see one.” His friend was hunting in a stand up… Read moreTwelve Points
