During my half-century and a little change on this planet, I have been a member of 12 churches. I was a member of one of them twice. I moved away and then came back.
Harry Adams has found the elixir of life. Unfortunately for the rest of us, it does not come in a bottle.
Having lived through several years of drought, it is hard to complain about the rain. But, we have had our fair share. Perhaps, a tad more than our fair share.
I was not the best student in school.
We get very excited in this country when half of the eligible voters turn out for an election. That used to bother me, but I'm OK with that. Many of those people don't know whom they are voting for or why.
If you're reading this on Sunday, it was on this date in 1960 that my mother survived a troubled delivery and a fine doctor named Thomas Harris lifted me out and handed me to a waiting nurse.
Years ago, I remember when stores had only one or two displays of sunglasses. One was usually Foster Grant and the other was Polaroid. It seems there were only a half dozen styles and a few colors.
WINSLOW, Ariz.- U.S. 66, better known as Route 66, was once called names like "The Mother Road" and "The Main Street of America."
BLACKFOOT, Idaho - All across the countryside are unique little museums paying tribute to one thing or another.
The official name is now Disruptive Mood Dysregulation Disorder. We used to call it a temper tantrum.
In the world of restaurants, there is something special about the original location of unique eating establishments.
College football coaches often find themselves being pitchmen for everything from soft drinks to pickup trucks.
The graduation season is upon us and with it comes songs we only hear at commencement exercises.
At just about every college you can think of, there is a tradition uniquely identified with the football team. Some of them are historic while others are almost hysterical.
The first church hymnal I remember was the 1956 Baptist Hymnal. I still can remember the page number of hymns in that great old book.
Sometimes, when I gripe about slow computers or cellphones that don't do what they are supposed to do, I think about how far we have come in my lifetime.
When I was a kid in Social Circle, our town doctor used to make an ice sculpture of sorts when it got really cold.
In an earlier time, we used to celebrate the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln in February. Now, we have combined them into one day to honor all presidents of the United States.
Back in the days before the interstate highway system would take you where you needed to go, we used to take a cross-country route to Jekyll Island or to visit family in Jacksonville, Fla.
Forecasting the weather is a job I wouldn't want. If you predict rain and it doesn't, folks chuckle and go on their way. If you predict a blizzard and it doesn't happen, folks will stop just short of calling for a lynch mob.
Somewhere along the way, we will explain to future generations how gasoline once cost about 35 cents a gallon and how someone would pump it for you, check your tires and oil and wipe off your windshield.
I remember the night Martin Luther King Jr. was killed.
Funeral and wedding songs are often the subject of much discussion, particularly after the event.
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