As I have stated in the past, today is a national holiday as far as this son of Georgia is concerned. Today is Masters Sunday. A Tradition Unlike Any Other, the pundits say. And this year’s tournament, for obvious reasons, is certainly unlike any other before. It is being played in November. There will be no patrons. This is the… Read moreUnlike Any Other
Gresham Park throughout the Sixties and into the early Seventies was a community that was an entity all within itself. Everything you could possibly want was pretty much available within a half-mile radius. Downtown Atlanta was a ten-minute drive away, seven miles west on I-20. There was a barber shop, a beauty shop, two drug stores, three cleaners, a hardware… Read moreBig John | The Mayor
From where he lay, the lion saw them coming. They had scaled the brick wall surrounding the cemetery and moving toward him wearing black clothes, gloves and masks. Each of them was carrying a bag. He watched them carefully as they crept past the grave markers of the three thousand unknown souls he watched over that night, just as he… Read moreThe Lion Cried
When Bobby Jones started The Masters tournament in 1934, it wasn’t even The Masters. For the first five years, it was called The Augusta National Invitational. Mr. Jones referred to it as “a gathering of friends.” This past Friday there was another “gathering of friends” in Georgia at Lithonia’s Mystery Valley Golf Club. Walker High School met for the second… Read moreA Gathering Of Friends
As a kid growing up in the Sixties, my parents and I only went one of two places every year for vacation. One was Dallas, Texas and the other was Fort Pierce, Florida. We had a turquoise and white ’59 Ford Galaxie, which eventually was traded in for a brand new 1965 Ford Fairlane Sport Coupe. My mother grew up… Read moreStuckey’s | Fifty Miles Ahead
Today is Thursday, 8.27.20 and I am sitting on the back porch of our dear friends Sharon and Ronnie’s house north of Suches, Georgia in the Blue Ridge mountains. I have often stated my love for this part of the world. Nothing has happened this week to change that. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. Sharon feeds corn… Read moreSomeday Soon | For Good
While standing in the check-out line at Publix last week, I saw one of the Life special magazines with a friendly-looking golden retriever on the cover. The title of the magazine was “Dogs: Why We Need Them, Why They Need Us.” I’ll buy one of the Life or National Geographic special magazines on impulse every now and then if it… Read moreWhy We Need Them | Why They Need Us
This makes me realize that there is still hope left in the world. It also makes me wonder why we adults can’t be like these beautiful children. Why can’t we see one another only as fellow human beings and nothing else? The example that these two little boys set is profound, to say the least. We are all different. We… Read moreGod Bless The Little Children
Not that long ago, I read an interesting survey taken from both men and women between the ages of thirty and fifty from varying professions and persuasions. The question posed was, “Do you believe that had you started at a young age with the proper coaching, training, practice time and resources that you could have became a professional athlete?” Across… Read moreAn Unfamiliar Game
I woke early this morning to the sound of rain outside my window. As I have chronicled before, I love the rain. It makes me very happy. The sound, the feel and the smell of rain are peaceful and soothing. It is also therapeutic. If I happen to be in a dark spot or a deep funk at the time,… Read moreThe Rain | Therapy
