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
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
