September used to mean something. Now, it seems relegated to being just another month on the calendar.
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.
One song says to "Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One."
Somewhere in grade school, I learned water freezes at 32 degrees. If the temperature outside is below 32 degrees, there is a good chance that if there is precipitation, it may be or become frozen.
Somehow, we have melded Memorial Day, Independence Day and Veterans Day into days of recognizing all who have worn the uniform of our country.
By the time you read this, Halloween will have come and gone.
This may very well be one of the most glorious starts of a fall season. The weather has been beautiful with crystal-clear skies.
Being the first lady of any state is an interesting job.
Corporate America often spends loads of money finding the right name for a product.
In 1842, Felix Mendelssohn wrote his wedding march. It's the one many people use as the recessional at weddings. Felix died in 1847.
I remember the days when posters started going up about the arrival of the fair. The poster was in bright neon yellow with a drawing of a big Ferris wheel. Just seeing the word "fair" in big bold letters let you know the big show was coming to town.
At 10:29 p.m. Monday, summer comes to an end.
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