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
Today is the day after Labor Day and another summer is unofficially in the books. The week after Labor Day was when we Boomers traditionally started back to school. In 1964, the first day of school was a day I took a big step toward independence and what I considered adulthood. That was the day I rode my bike to… Read moreGrowing Up | Adulthood
The hummingbirds finally showed up on Beachwood Drive a couple of weeks ago. We always had a number of them through most summers, but this year they have been conspicuously absent. There were a few of the males in the late spring as they began to arrive after the migration from Central America and Mexico. These amazing little creatures return… Read moreThe Hummers | Bickering Again
Dusty Hill passed away yesterday. This one is tough. Dusty was the bassist for ZZ Top. ZZ Top is one of my all-time favorite bands. They have stood alone as the only Southern Rock band from the Sixties and Seventies to not only survive, but thrive. Dusty and drummer Frank Beard teamed with guitarist Billy Gibbons to form ZZ Top… Read moreDusty Hill | A Sharp Dressed Man
Here is another story about Uncle Errol that I forgot to relate, one which nonetheless made a profound impression on me. During our summer visit to Texas in 1965, Uncle Errol drove me by my boyhood hero’s house in the Preston Hollow area of Dallas. Like countless other boys growing up in the Sixties, my hero wore #7 and patrolled… Read moreUncle Errol | An Addendum
