Mom way smarter than arrow boy
Red and white are not my favorite colors. And that personal preference, in some…
Ah, But It’s Still Football…. I Think
On the third day of football practice my freshman year in high school Tommy Herron hit me so hard I saw stars. Literally! The whole earth started spinning. Trees behind the practice field seemed to …
Life is in the eye of the beholder
Sometimes people ask me why I don’t write meaningful stories. I’m kinda baffled by that. And I know exactly what they mean….
By meaningful.
They want me to elaborately …
Dr. Holmes was always the last resort
Phil Early is one of my all-time favorite people. I used to yell at him to “get a move on it” coming out of the chutes on endless afternoons at football practice an eon or two ago. He …
Still giving thanks for Leon’s bad aim
I have no idea when you get old enough to “know something.” I was…
They let that big bird loose!
I don’t do travelogue stories. I am not Triple A, Expedia, Travelocity or Hotel…
A little ‘Green Tomato Sandwich’ philosophy
It seems that America is about to run out of money. Again! I know…
Spreading it on pretty thick
Mother didn’t actually lie to us. I don’t think. She said it was mayonnaise….
The art of hunkering
People see my “Hunker Down” byline and ask if I’m a Georgia Bulldog fan….
A storyteller’s storyteller
John Milton wrote, “When I consider how my light is spent.” Shakespeare penned, “Love…