Sometime last fall, Jackie found on Hulu the entire series of America’s favorite neighborhood bar, Cheers. We have watched it starting with season 1, episode 1 and now are about halfway through number 11, the final season. Watching the series, where the regulars are an odd mix of folks from all walks of life who seem to spend most of… Read moreWhere Everybody Knows Your Name
It is the dead of winter in North Georgia and that means Comfort Food Season. Yesterday was cold and wet, so Jackie and I went with our old standard, a big pot of Peggy’s Original Recipe Chili. I posted as such on Facebook and a long thread ensued of folks sharing the hearty dishes they were preparing for a perfect… Read moreComfort Food | Fried Bologna and Spam
2020 is behind us. As I write this first entry of the new year, I am somewhat at a loss as to what to say. 2020 was unlike any year in recent history, as we all know. Some of us have been fortunate. Many of us have not. Much has been written and orated about 2020, so I see no… Read more2021 | Hope and Faith
I stood by the door to the inn watching the people approach, only to be turned away by the innkeeper. I had heard there would be many travelers coming to Bethlehem due to a census. I did not know what a census was. I was only trying to earn a few coins by playing my drum. Other than my clothes… Read moreMe and My Drum
This college football season has been unlike any other in history. Seasons have been canceled and rearranged. Rivalry games have been dropped as conferences have gone to conference-only schedules. Games have been postponed or canceled. Players have opted to forgo their final year of eligibility to prepare for the NFL draft. It has been a season both to remember and… Read morePlay Like A Girl | Witnessing History
Friday, November 22, 1963, fifty-seven years ago is one of those dates that all Boomers remember exactly what they were doing. It was six days before Thanksgiving and I was sitting in third-grade class at Gresham Park Elementary School. Around 1:30 p.m. Mr. Cole, the principal, came over the intercom in all of the classrooms and announced that President John… Read moreFifty-Seven Years | Lest We Forget
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
