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
I graduated kindergarten in the dawn of the Sixties. The school was Davis Kindergarten and Nursery. My mother was a teacher there and the school had two Volkswagen buses with Panda faces painted on the front. They were Panda I and Panda II. My father painted the faces on them and also built the scenery for our graduation program, which… Read moreJack And Jill | Uncle Clifton
The old cowboy limped from the outhouse behind the saloon. His left leg ached deeply, just like it had for the past twenty-five years after the wild Mustang he was trying to break had kicked him and broken it. If the ranch owner hadn’t paid fifty dollars for the colt, he’d have put a bullet between the thing’s eyes, broke… Read moreAgain,Someday
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
The man sat at the kitchen table by the back window, drinking coffee and looking out at the back yard. It was the last day of February in a leap year. The man was alone. After working a twelve-hour shift, he had risen early that morning while it was still dark. It was a Sunday morning and he was off… Read moreSolitude | Alone, Not Lonely
