I don’t like losing things.
These days everybody is in such a hurry they bog down the whole kit and caboodle.
My grandmother always used to talk about the Dog Days of summer when I was a kid. I never really associated Dog Days with anything except for the weather being exceptionally hot.
Growing up, I had a friend, Willie, that was a pyromaniac.
Last week I was at the Albertville Farmers Market and the summer vegetables were just starting to arrive on the producer’s tables.
Whenever I’m driving down the road I always look at license plates.
It’s the time of year when I cuss every time I have to put gas in my car.
In the nearly three decades I’ve had to cover public meetings, the only time people really show an interest in what’s going on seems to be when alcohol or taxes are involved.
From time-to-time I write about a kid I knew growing up — Benny.
The first day of spring isn’t until March 20, but the tell-tell signs of warmer days started showing up over the weekend. Then I woke up Monday morning and Mother Nature decided winter wasn’t over yet.
My first-grade teacher has been on my mind lately. Not so much because she rapped my knuckles with a jumbo pencil. It was because she took a nap every day after lunch.
Monday morning I woke up to the sound of raindrops pattering through the trees outside my window.
Editor’s Note: This column originally ran in an Aug. 15, 2015 edition of the Times-Journal.
My mother has a friend, Dixie, who decided she needed to spruce up her front yard before the spring. Dixie also has a neighbor, John Thomas, that thinks it’s his responsibility to know everybody’s business.
Editor’s Note: This column originally appeared Dec. 27, 2016.
I’ve written about Benny before. He was a bad kid. I often wonder if he grew up to be a normal person, just like most people.
A little Christmas music goes a long way with me.
Well, Thanksgiving is over and that means its almost Christmastime again. Over the weekend, my family discussed what we were going to do for Christmas this year. Normally, we don’t discuss it this early, but since Christmas is on Monday that throws a wrench in the works.
With Veterans Day coming up this Saturday, I was thinking about my grandfather on my mother’s side of the family.
A couple of years ago, when I visited my mother for Thanksgiving, I ended up trying to be a farmer.
Well, we’re about a week back into regular time instead of Daylight Savings Time.
With Veterans Day coming up this Saturday, I was thinking about my grandfather on my mother’s side of the family.
Growing up in Alabama, I think every child at one point or another is introduced to Kathryn Tucker Windham’s 13 “Alabama Ghosts and Jeffrey.”
Growing up, we spent a lot of time at my grandmother’s house.
As a kid, I never learned how to use a yo-yo or Frisbee too well. The other toy I never stood a chance at using was a hula-hoop.
When I was a kid, there were a lot of things on television I thought was really cool.
I don’t do a lot of hunting anymore. I like fishing better, but, I still don’t get out and fish as much as I’d like.
Editor’s Note: This column originally appeared Sept. 16, 2016.
When I was a kid, this time of year was one of my favorite times.
I’ve got to face the fact that I’m getting old.
Nobody has ever accused me of going to fast.
My grandmother had a rotary dial telephone.
I wonder just how many Godzilla movies people can make?
I was putting some new line on one of my reels last night and I started thinking about some of my more memorable fishing trips over the years.
I’m all for innovation and inventions that make life a little bit easier or more comfortable.
Years ago, I figured out a pretty simple trick that got rid of telemarketers in a hurry.
Monday morning I woke up to the sound of raindrops pattering through the leaves outside my window.
Looking back at my academic career, I can honestly say I wasn’t a model student at any level during my education.
The first thing I thought about Sunday morning was that the clocks at my mother’s house were right for the first time in about six months.
I don’t really mind the rain too much.
I don’t watch baseball much any more. I pretty much lost interest in it years ago when there was a strike and the World Series got canceled.
Sometimes I take a little time to ponder the great mysteries of the modern world.
I’ve got a friend everybody calls El Cheepo. He got the nickname after he tried to bargain with a bunch of kids during his senior class trip to Mexico. Everyday he’d try to buy something from the kids and they wouldn’t budge on the price. After a couple of days, they started calling him El C…
I had the opportunity to visit my mother for the holidays for a game of family feud.
I have a friend everybody calls El Cheepo. He was a couple of years younger than me in high school. When he took his senior trip, they went on a cruise to Cancun, Mexico. When the cruise ship docked, there were a bunch of kids selling stuff in a bazaar. Well, he wanted a poncho, but didn’t w…
I woke up to the sound of a spinning blade on Monday. I’m not talking about swords, knives or any ninja-type hijinks.
I was thinking about my granddad on my mother’s side of the family last week.
I tried to play Pokémon for a few days to see what all the fuss was about.
For some reason, I was thinking about school lunches the other day. I’m not really sure why. It just occurred to me how much more emphasis is placed on nutrition these days.
Several years ago, I went to a birthday party for my nephew and sister. My sister was born on July 11 and my nephew was born the day after. My mom decided to have the party on what we call the barbecue pit on some family land. The barbecue pit is a big concrete slab with a big, brick grill o…
