Long before iPads, Kindles, Minecraft and Fortnite there was Saturday morning. Saturday morning cartoons, to be specific. They were a way of life for kids growing up in the Sixties, Seventies and early Eighties. For us Boomers, the general routine was to wake up early on Saturday, get a bowl of Frosted Flakes or Sugar Crisps, turn on the TV… Read moreSaturday Morning Cartoons | That’s All Folks!
We had our class reunion last Saturday night, Walker High School, Class of ’73. It has been forty five years since we graduated. But here’s the real mind bender. It’s been fifty years since we started high school. That’s hard for me to wrap my head around. It certainly doesn’t seem like it. It may be a cliché, but it… Read moreForty Five and Fifty
We cut the cord last week. We bought Roku boxes for each of our TVs, hooked them up and downloaded Hulu, Netflix and Amazon Prime. Then we called AT&T, canceled U-verse and dropped the landline, keeping only the internet connection. It felt a little sad at first. Jackie’s dad and brother-in-law worked for what was first Southern Bell, then BellSouth… Read moreCutting The Cord
Our air conditioner finally bit the dust last week. We found out that the end was near when it was serviced in the spring and were hoping that we could limp through the summer and have a new one installed during the offseason. That was not to be. The unit was twenty-four years old, so it had a good long… Read moreAir Down | Summer In The Suburbs
When I was about nine or ten years old, my mother took me to Shoetown on Candler Road and I got my first pair of penny loafers. When we got home the first thing I did was run into my room and grab my Baba Louie bank. I took his big plastic hat off, fished out a couple of pennies… Read morePenny Loafers
Tilley was a very happy dog. She was a Whippet who lived in a big yellow house with her Humans. Tilley’s She-Human fed her chicken and broth. Her He-Human rubbed her belly and it felt good. Tilley would lie next to him while he sat on the sofa and stared at the box with all the other little humans in… Read moreTilley And The Monster
Allene made her morning smoothie and stood at the window by the sink, watching the See Rock City birdhouse. It was mounted on the top of the four by four cross that her husband Thomas had built to hang the Yankee Flipper bird feeder. She had first noticed the bluebirds’ activity about a month earlier, in late spring. One morning… Read moreSummertime Bluebirds
He stood at the landing halfway down the steps that led to the basement of his parents’ house, gazing at the medals that hung in a small shadow box on the wall. His father had made the shadow box out of cedar and glass. The inside of the box was covered with dark green felt. The medals were Boy Scout… Read moreOnce An Eagle
The pitcher wiped the sweat from his brow and leaned in. There were two on and two outs. The game had started at seven o’clock and it was a sweltering early June night in Georgia. The catcher set the target for the inside corner of the plate. Perfect for his favorite pitch, the curve. He stretched and threw. The pitch… Read moreThe Curve
I am officially old. I have moved to the forward tees. I mean the way forward ones, the geezer tees. Now, before you starts snickering, chortling and demanding my man card, hear me out. I am not ashamed at all that I have moved up in the tee box. As a matter of fact, I find it very liberating. Golf… Read moreThe Geezer Tees | Moving On Up
