Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Since we seem to be freely throwing out the word impeachment these days, packing a punch about as lightly as a Big 12 defense, I figured I’d do my own, you know, because they’ll at least stand a better chance than an Elizabeth Warren lie detector test.
Monday, January 20, 2020
This is part one of a story from my high school, Catholic High School For Boys, from the 1960’s, as told to me by my friend Jack Wingfield (a fictitious name for a real person. Other names have been changed as well).
Friday, January 17, 2020
Is it safe to come out or is that creepy Clemson Tiger mascot still lurking? If that’s not the ugliest mascot ... EVER ...
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
I played golf on New Year’s Eve afternoon. Fifty-three degrees and sunny seemed like a no-brainer and I was home in time to get ready for a big night with K.M., our 44th last evening of another year together. We actually made it to 11:30, which of course was after all the smooching was over …
Monday, January 13, 2020
The day I realized I needed to start paying attention in school was when an eighth-grade shop teacher caught me talking and asked, ”Kyle, how do you cool a water-cooled engine?” I was so dumbfounded that he had called on me when I wasn’t listening that I couldn’t answer, not realizing that h…
Thursday, January 09, 2020
Tuesday, January 07, 2020
Last week, I began recalling a long trip home one summer that I took from east Tennessee.
Monday, January 06, 2020
With the Veterans Home going elsewhere, Eufaula needs to look ahead. Hopefully, that’ll mean a new plant producing gloves, condoms, medical cold packs and quality jobs — we should hear of the Medical Industries of the Americas’ liftoff very soon — more of some of the nation’s best bass fishi…
Saturday, January 04, 2020
According to USA Today, 2010 was the year we stopped talking as cell phones made texting and Facebook messaging far too easy for people to use at their fingertips.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Let’s see, Alabama turned 200 in 2019, the First Presbyterian Church of Eufaula turned 150, and I was somewhere just south of both. What awaits us in 2020? Should be the year of perfect vision, right? (Yes, I’ll end the year with as poor a joke as I probably entered.)
I was traveling a few years ago with PB (Publisher Boss), and our journey back to Little Rock was scheduled to begin with a flight to Atlanta at 11:25 a.m. Plenty of time to fill up the rental car, so Avis wouldn’t charge us $10.99 a gallon.
Friday, December 27, 2019
The fate of our beautiful town doesn’t hang in the balance three days into the new year, but being named the site of the Southeast Alabama Veterans Home would be an adrenaline shot the likes of which Eufaula hasn’t experienced since it was proclaimed the cotton capital pre-Civil War.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Thirty years ago today, the temperature had dropped to single digits and as result, while no one was home, a House of Adams electric wall heater unexpectedly came on, ignited bags filled with Christmas dreams for two important young’uns and proceeded to almost destroy everything in the place.
Back in the middle of October, we were walking through one of those big, warehouse-type stores where they had crammed as many future garage sale items as they could into the cavernous space, when we came upon some Christmas trees and wreaths and a bunch of 6-foot-tall Santa statues. “Oh, Lor…
Annually, a friend digs out “Letters to Santa” favorites from around the world and posts one a day during December. Art Linkletter should have had — maybe he did — a show just on Christmas letters from the kids. Some of them are legendary. Some of them are incriminating.
Thursday, December 19, 2019
Perhaps we’ve concentrated on draining the wrong swamp.
Monday, December 16, 2019
I lost my father on a Christmas Eve, and I gained my first child on a Christmas Day. While those memories will always be with me 24/7/365, I would like to take this space to remember my favorite four-legged friends along the way.
Thursday, December 12, 2019
This is a ghost story. Nearly a year ago, Fred and I were planning a trip to St. Francisville, Louisiana, about 25 miles north of Baton Rouge, to an inn called Myrtle’s Plantation, which calls itself, “America’s most haunted hotel.” I’d gone so far as to book us two rooms, but when KM starte…
Don’t ever say I’m not big enough to admit when I am wrong.
Sunday, December 08, 2019
We have just experienced perhaps the lowest week in the history of American politics. (Yes, that’s a mouthful, so please pause 10 seconds to digest it.)