When I was in the sixth grade at Gresham Park Elementary, one of our teachers, Miss Crawford, would read a chapter from a book to us each day for about the last thirty minutes of class. Miss Crawford was young and pretty with a remarkable ability for reading aloud that kept kids engaged and enthralled. The books she read to… Read moreBig Red | The Book, Not The Movie
At 6:00 pm yesterday, after working since I was sixteen and following a career in graphic arts and printing, which began forty-five years ago at DeKalb Technical College, I officially retired. It has been a great ride and I have had the pleasure of working with many wonderful and talented people, as well as the unpleasant experience of working with a… Read moreRetired | The First Day Of The Rest Of Our Lives
It was twelve-thirty at night. The man pulled the Volkswagen into his driveway, turned off the ignition, made the sign of the cross and said a thank you for deliverance from the lunatics and crazies on I-285 and I-20. He unbuckled his seatbelt, let out a sigh, gathered his notebook, phone, eyeglasses and Yeti, opened the door and, with a… Read moreSix More Months
Thomas Brooks was in the kitchen preparing hamburger vegetable soup for supper. It was mid-December, about five-thirty in the afternoon. The twilight had almost faded into darkness, with only a small hint of daylight faintly visible outside the kitchen window. Allene was in the sunroom putting together gift bags for their annual Christmas brunch with friends the following Sunday. She… Read moreThe Christmas Cardinal
The Oaks Course has closed. The last rounds open to the public were November 14th. The course remained open for members until Sunday the 21st. That is a shame. Located just outside of Covington, Georgia at the intersection of Crowell Road and Brown Bridge Road, the Oaks was convenient with reasonable green fees. The course was set up for ease… Read moreThe Oaks Course | Development and Progress
DATELINE, November 5, 2021. Thirty-three years ago today I went to the Georgia-Florida football game for the first time. That was when it was still known as the World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party and was played in the old Gator Bowl Stadium, probably between the third and fourth time it had been condemned. Georgia won 26-3, but this is not… Read moreA Spinning Margarita | He’s Got A Ticket
In some way, shape or form everything that we do, good or bad, comes back to us. I’ve made a ton of mistakes, both small and huge. Regrets? I have a lot. I have heard people say that they have no regrets and that everything they have done in their life helped to shape who they are today. I can… Read moreMistakes | Regrets
Another entry was crossed off of the bucket list yesterday, an entry that had been there for some time. Apparently, it had been crossed off years ago. I just wasn’t aware it had happened. I had always wanted to see a bald eagle in the wild. The only one I had seen was in captivity, at Zoo Atlanta. About twenty… Read moreFly Like An Eagle | Freedom
It was very early in the morning. The old dog had risen from his bed and walked as best he could over to nuzzle his human awake. His body hurt all over, especially in his belly, his sides and his back legs. The human stirred and spoke words that the old dog understood. “Hey, old boy, you want to go… Read moreThe Old Dog | A Good Place
Michael David Ham 1954 – 2021 “Hambone” I first met Hambone when I was seven years old and he was eight. We played on the same Little League team, the Barons. Our teams were named after the teams in the Southern League. We were the Birmingham Barons and wore black and white, just like the big club. Hambone was our… Read moreHambone | A Lifelong Friendship
