Walker High School Class of ‘73 had our fifty-year reunion two Saturdays ago. It was a relatively low-key event, at the 57th Fighter Group Restaurant at Peachtree-DeKalb Airport in Chamblee, Georgia. The venue has a unique atmosphere, the weather was perfect, the food was great and we had the entire bunker room and outdoor patio area to ourselves. We had… Read moreClass of ’73 | Fifty Years
Monday, June 26th, Jackie and I were heading out for my birthday lunch. As we walked out the back door and to the car around 10am, the temperature was warm, around the low seventies with a nice breeze blowing. It had been a pleasant and extended spring weather-wise, with mild temperatures throughout May and June. Backing out of the driveway… Read moreThe Dog Days | 455 Air Conditioning
When I was a kid, during the summer I went barefoot all the time. We all went barefoot and did so while doing the usual summertime activities such as riding our bikes, walking to the store, catching crawfish or building dams in the creek, even playing backyard baseball. About the only thing I wasn’t allowed to do barefoot back then… Read moreGoing Barefoot | Eating Watermelon
Fifty years ago today, June 6, 1973, was graduation day for the DeKalb County Board of Education. For roughly 275 of us at Walker High School, it was the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. We’re having our 50-year reunion later this summer, but fifty years to the day since graduation is hard for me… Read moreGraduation Day | Fifty Years
We have goslings! I checked on Mother Goose yesterday morning and she was adamant about me not getting close to her to change her water. It was then I saw the little yellow heads under her wing! When I checked on her this morning the nest was empty. I was happy and relieved but apprehensive, due to the fact that… Read moreMother Goose | A Happy Ending
The parking lot of the Ingles where we shop is pretty much always home to flocks of Canadian geese. They hang out around the parking lot, sleep next to the retention pond and leave calling cards as geese are wont to do. In the last week or so, however, something strange has happened. They have all disappeared, save for one… Read moreMother Goose | Ingle’s Parking Lot
If you were young and single from the early Seventies until the early Eighties, Memorial Drive, a stretch of about five miles from I-285 to Highway 78, was the place to be. The DeKalb County jail was at one end and Stone Mountain was at the other. It got the name Hamburger Alley because every fast food joint known to… Read moreMemorial Drive | Hamburger Alley
It is the Dead of Winter in Georgia, as well as for most of the Northern Hemisphere. The Dead of Winter is like the Dog Days of Summer, only the complete opposite. The Dead of Winter is the coldest part of the season, when average temperatures typically reach their lowest point between January 10 and February 10. I am a… Read moreThe Dead Of Winter | The Seasons Of Life
Growing up in the Sixties, before National Lampoon came along and Playboy magazines were something you heard about or occasionally found hidden in your father’s closet, there was Mad Magazine. Mad Magazine started in the Fifties and took off in the Sixties, featuring satire and humor aimed mostly at politics and pop culture. My best friend at school introduced me… Read moreMad Magazine | What, Me Worry?
Fifty-five years ago I became a Dallas Cowboys fan. It was the first football game I had ever attended above the level of Pop Warner. The game took place Christmas Eve, 1967 in the Cotton Bowl Stadium. The Cowboys were playing the Cleveland Browns for the Eastern Conference Championship. The winner would play either the Green Bay Packers or the… Read moreIndisputably The Frozen Tundra | The Ice Bowl
