A few years ago I wrote Me, Boo and the Goob: A Southern Adventure. It was a fun little novel…

On a very hot and exceedingly humid September Sunday night in 1977, I lay sweating in an un-air-conditioned dorm room…

I miss them most on Christmas Eve. Every Christmas Eve they came to my parents house and we had quail…

When we were kids, my brother, my sister and I were always very eager to open a gift on Christmas…

The journey of our lives takes us down many roads. Along the way we meet many travelers on those roads.…

In early August of 1965, I joined the Jonesboro YMCA swim team. I joined on a Friday, and the State…

In early 1974, an unknown band from Florida became famous almost overnight when “Free Bird” became an instant southern anthem.…

There are things worth remembering about growing up in small towns. I remember the oddest of things. I remember pimento…

Fifty years is a long time. Sometimes it’s hard to remember details. Sometimes, as we age, dates drift further into…

Many years ago, I took my daughters, ages 3 and 4, to see a movie. I remembered going to movies…

The old Masonic Hall in Pensacola stands on the corner of Palafox and Garden. The ground floor has been converted…

In Paragould, Arkansas there is a bar called the Landmark Lounge. It’s a little out of the way place. A…