I don't want to compare myself to Rep. Joe Wilson, but I understand a thing or two about speaking out in public venues.
He was a little boy about 4 years old. I don't know his name, but his face is forever etched in my mind.
Last week, I delivered my annual "State of the Barbecue" address. A friend of mine, Barclay Rushton, hosts a barbecue to end all barbecues at his home. He dispatches folks to a number of renowned preparers of pork and offers a buffet of some of the finest in the region. Before the event, I offer my comments as a barbecue connoisseur. Barbecue is one of the few things technology hasn't changed. First of all, because ...
I've never been stuck in an elevator, but I'd rather not. I'd also prefer not to get stranded at the top of one of those double-decker Ferris wheels. Even on one of those chance rides with a pretty girl.
I have always been a fan of TV game shows. When I went to school in Social Circle, we lived right across the street from the school and they let me go home for lunch. I would sneak in a few minutes of "Concentration" and "Jeopardy."
When you have children, there are those memorable moments that are etched in your mind. You remember their first steps, the first time they babble something that sounds like "Daddy," their first day of school. The list goes on and on.
Some people tout our state because it is largely nonunion. It wasn't that long ago we had plenty of unions, especially on Sunday nights. We had Baptist Training Union, which was first called BTU and then it just got shortened to Training Union. Now, it's pretty much gone. The ladies had the WMU. My Aunt Mertice Ruth was the president of the WMU, which stands for Women's Missionary Union. Mert was a chain smoker. For ...
It's been 31 years and I have not made it back to a high school reunion. Quite frankly, there are more things about high school that I am trying to forget than remember. There are four or five friends of mine that I really consider lifelong friends and we stay in touch on a fairly regular basis. It often involves milestone events, like births or deaths. The advent of e-mail and free long distance on ...
For far too long, I have been delaying the inevitable project of getting rid of some stuff. We have talked about a yard sale for a long time, but have not quite put it together.
After more than 20 years in this area, I have come to know many of the people who shaped this region. Most came from the group that has been called "The Greatest Generation," the veterans of World War II. In the past few days, we lost two great ones.
There is a little dog that lives at our house. Her name is Buttons and in human terms, she is a senior citizen. When I came into her life, she was well into middle age and, like most who reach that point, was set in her ways.
There was a record store on Broad Street in Monroe called the Music and Camera Shop. It was owned by Edward Peters and he carried all the latest 45s and plenty of albums.
In the past few days, the Eastman Kodak Co. announced that its Kodachrome film would be no more.
This is my 19th Father's Day. That is, if you count the one where we were anticipating an arrival in September of 1990.
There is a connection between summer and cars that remains in my mind. I never owned a fancy set of wheels, mostly hand-me-down Buicks and a Dodge Dart, a car that I have proven will run without oil or a battery. It seems like most of the cool cars belonged to older guys, the kind you idolized. When we lived in Atlanta, Eddie Fowler lived down the street. He had a Chevy II Nova Super ...
Some of the savviest advertisers know how to play on our emotions during the holidays.
This week, I am celebrating the 49th anniversary of the first time I wore a paper pilgrim hat and paper buckles on my shoes. I am pretty sure that was the same year I traced my hand to make a turkey.
The people who issue phone numbers say we have run out of numbers again.
I'm not sure how it happened, but many Americans don't know the difference between Memorial Day and Veterans Day.
Television now offers repeats of the same shows, sometimes in the same week. If that's not enough, service providers offer all sorts of repeat plays of everything from sporting events to sitcoms.
I remember seeing a man with a tattoo on his arm when I was about 7 or 8. The man was in a barber shop, where my dad and I were getting a haircut. I later asked him about the strange drawing on the man's arm.
If civility was a patient on a TV medical show, it would be on the operating room table with its chest open and a doctor trying to keep its failing heart beating.
The first aerosol air fresheners appeared in stores after World War II. The technology had been used first for spray insecticides during the war. Some bright individual came up with the idea that spraying a fragrant aroma in an indoor space would make things better.
My earliest memory of vacation was staying at places with names such as the Sand and Surf or the Seashell Motor Inn. They were V-shaped motor lodges with parking right in front of your room.
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