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
We just returned from Charlotte and the weekend wedding of a dear friend. We went up via way of Gainesville. It was a beautiful drive through the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I love the North Georgia Mountains. There is a peace and tranquility there that I have found nowhere else in my limited travels. Not at the beach,… Read moreThe Sprawl | The Choking of Atlanta
My buddy turned his Sea Ray into the cove and roared down the shore with the golf course on the left and me behind on a pair of Cypress Gardens water skis. He laid the boat on its side and made the tight turn around the cove. I shot outside the wake, moving like a missile and yelling, “Fore, Arnie,… Read morePineIsle | A Squirrel for a Buck
The birds were coming in droves on an early afternoon on a perfect spring day in April. A number of species were in their woodland back yard year round, but this particular spring there were ones that Allene had not seen before. She sat on the top step of the staircase from the sunroom, which led down to the small… Read moreA Gift Of Spring
Today is, as far as this Georgia boy is concerned, a National Holiday. Today is Masters Sunday. The Masters is steeped in tradition. A Tradition Unlike Any Other, as Augusta National’s privileged membership likes to say. For years, the tradition in my family was to gather at our house on Masters Sunday for dinner, which included pimento cheese and chicken… Read moreA Tradition Unlike Any Other
