Back in the 1980s, cable TV started branching out into various specialty channels, offering 24 hours of news, sports and weather.
I am getting close to being a half-century away from my kindergarten days, but in some crazy way, I can still remember the songs and activities.
His name was General and he was a palomino horse. Not a pretty golden palomino like Trigger, Roy Rogers' famous horse, but a kind of dull shade of beige.
Of all the seasons, there is something bittersweet about the end of summer. Of course, summer is far from over with the potential of more scorching days in August.
Our society places a high priority on winning. It is a seemingly natural thing to do.
In one of my favorite Merle Haggard songs, "Okie From Muskogee," Haggard writes about the local college saying "Football's still the roughest thing on campus and the kids there still respect the college dean."
This is the season of camp meetings, a protestant religious exercise that dates back to the early 1800s when Methodists and Baptists were just beginning to set up shop here in the U.S.
We will never go back to the days of three TV channels, one wired phone and a camera that required film, but there are times I'd like to.
I was born in Atlanta and we lived there until I was 8. I was born in the middle of the time when racial tensions were rising. In my boyhood, the Vietnam War began to escalate and that created a different kind of tension.
With fresh peaches now arriving at produce markets around the region, I thought it was time for a churn of fresh peach ice cream.
In the Southern Baptist church, there once was an organization called Royal Ambassadors or "RAs" for short.
I don't know exactly at what age my baby girl blurted out something that sounded like "Daddy," but I've always loved the sound of it.
I love this country of ours. When I travel through it, I find myself loving it more.
Every now and then, you hear a story about someone who does something exceptionally nice for someone.
A few years ago, the TV Land cable channel erected several statues around the country of such legends as Bob Newhart, Andy Griffith, Mary Tyler Moore and Jackie Gleason.
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.
The year begins with outstanding news: A University of Georgia junior has discovered a cure for kudzu.
It is the season of those wonderful New Year's resolutions. I don't know what bothers me the most, making them or breaking them.
The last time I checked, a day is still 24 hours and it still takes the Earth about 365 days to go around the sun.
Sometime in the next few days, radio stations will start playing Christmas music. A friend of mine suggested I write a column about recording artists associated with a Christmas song. So here I go.
One song says to "Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One."
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