Hercules, Steve Reeves, and Miss Gladys Giddens
First time I encountered Hercules I was 12 or so. Not the Marvel Comics…
The Secret Lives of Words: Snails running rampant across Panhandle
Well, maybe not running – more like sluggishly, slimily slogging. But they are getting…
Rats, Ratso, and Ratatouille
“Rats!” Webster defines the interjection, a tad politer than “damn” or some other four-letter…
Breaking away on my bicycle
Only the rich kids had 3-speeds, and rich we were not – barely lower…
The Secret Lives of Words: See you later, alligator!
There’re about 1.3 million gators in Florida (not counting all the UF football fans), and it’ll soon be easier to manage that population, thanks to a rule change approved this spring by …
Shrimp boats is a comin’ to St. George Island
“The shrimp boats is a comin’,” as Jo Stafford enchantingly sang in her 1951 pop tune, and it’s hard to believe that it took this long for Franklin Countians to give the lowly …
Remembering a passion for drive-ins
Just a mile-and-a-half from the house in Norfolk, Virginia, where I grew up was Wilder’s Drive-In Theater. The place had opened in 1948, when I was 3 years old, just as drive-ins were beginning …
Remembering the passion of drive-ins
Just a mile-and-a-half from the house in Norfolk, Virginia, where I grew up was Wilder’s Drive-In Theater. The place had opened in 1948, when I was 3 years old, just as drive-ins were beginning …
When I was 12 or so: Odd jobs, COVID, and Krispy Kremes
When my parents started handing me a weekly allowance, it was just a quarter….
When I was 12 or so: Hooked on horror
By the time I was 12, I was hooked on horror. First it was
grisly pulps like “Tales from the Crypt” and “Vault of Horror,” published from
1950-55 by EC/Entertaining Comics (though there …