It’s hot outside. I realize the response will be, “No kidding, Sherlock,” only you’ll replace “kidding” with a word that begins with the first two letters of Sherlock. It’s too hot to sit on the deck and read. It’s too hot to have a beverage on the porch and watch the birds. It’s too hot to cook on the grill…. Read moreBack Yard Toast | A Dry Heat
Jackie and I went out for Mexican recently. We both ordered Speedys and while eating, a thought struck me. “Guess what my introduction to Mexican cuisine was,” I said. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Some place in Dallas?” “No,” I chuckled, “it was Swanson TV Dinners.” “Ugh!” she grimaced. “We never ate TV dinners.” We certainly did, growing up and… Read moreTV Dinners | It’s Good To Be Full
An update on Mother Goose, our Canadian goose nesting in the Ingle’s parking lot on Salem Road in Conyers. Unfortunately, the news is not good. About three weeks ago, I stopped in Ingle’s on the way home from the golf course to check on her. She was gone from the nest. There were two eggs, one in the nest and… Read moreMother Goose | An Update
As most of you know, I am a bird nerd. Yesterday morning Jackie called to me in the studio and said, “You need to come see this. There’s a huge flock of birds on the birdbath in the middle of the yard.” We went to the kitchen window and there were at least twenty birds in the birdbath. At first… Read moreCedar Waxwings | The Spring Migration
While out for dinner the other night, Jackie and I ran into an old friend from Gresham Park. It had been fifteen years since we had last seen one another and it was great catching up with her. We met her family and talked with she and her husband outside of the restaurant for a while. As we parted, we… Read moreFriends | Old and New
The little girl walked with her Mommy through the front door of her grandmother and grandfather’s house, through the dining room and into the sunroom. The sun was streaming through the big windows and onto the floor where Meme was sitting. Her Poppy was sitting in his chair. Their dog Sugar was lying on the floor with his head in… Read moreThe Eyes Of A Child | Understanding
Snowmageddon is ten years old this month, the 28th to be exact. I’m not going to get into the specifics of that, because we all have our stories about that particular day. It took me seven hours to make it from Smyrna to Conyers, a miracle that I will never be able to explain. It remains and always will be… Read moreThe Cold,The Birds and Snowmageddon
I’m ten days into Dry January. I have participated in the challenge since 2020, with the exception of 2022, the year I retired. I figured I would leave that particular year open. The thing about Dry January is that it’s really not that difficult to go four to five weeks without imbibing. It’s actually pretty easy. By the end of… Read moreDry January | Abstinence and Old Lace
Happy New Year to everyone! We are now a week into this lap around the sun and hopefully everyone is still observing their New Year’s resolutions. As for myself, I am participating in Dry January, along with several other aspirations, which will, hopefully, still be in observation by mid-February. As far as New Year’s Eve parties however, that tradition ended… Read moreNew Year’s Eve | Then and Now
My daughter Dana was raised listening to two bands. One was The Beach Boys. The other was Jimmy Buffett. Unlike her father, she eventually outgrew The Beach Boys. She never outgrew Jimmy Buffett. You never outgrow Jimmy Buffett. When the news broke Saturday morning, she was the first to text me. All she said was, “Sad day. Love you, Poppy…. Read moreJimmy Buffett | A Caribbean Soul
