Kill Ball

As an underclassman, I remember fear the first time we all walked onto the basketball court in Junior High to play kill ball. I had never played before. Most of the ninth graders were nine feet tall. Eighth graders werent that tall. They were only eight feet tall. Seventh graders, we were tiny. We were… Read more »

Interacting With The Spirit World

In Fall of 1994, I moved from Memphis, Tennessee to Allentown, Pennsylvania. After living in an Embassy Suites hotel for a few months, I finally committed to an apartment of sorts. It was actually the upper floor of a place called the Mauch Chunk Hotel. It was 200 years old and was located on Mauch… Read more »

The Best Thing About Waking Up

I have an ax to grind with the weasel who first conceived the idea of putting images and messages on coffee mugs. You know, coffee mugs that have pictures or phrases on them commemorating places you’ve been or offering some funny observation. Those are the ones. I have about fifty of them, and I can’t… Read more »

Friday Night in Pensacola

Have you ever been to a bar or restaurant that was so good or so much fun that you almost didn’t want to tell anyone about it so that it didn’t get overrun? I knew a place like that in Memphis and now I’ve found one in Pensacola. Upstairs above The District Steakhouse, there is… Read more »

The Importance of Reading Instructions

Recently, my wonderful wife and I have been reminiscing about the joy of trying to teach teenagers to read the instructions that accompany new things. Some things are complicated to operate, and kids tend to ignore the instructions and just begin messing with the ‘thing’ until they either break it, or it works. With Ipads… Read more »

Boxes of Crap

Boxes of crap always pose unseen dangers for me. I keep mementos. I have a spirit ribbon from Douglas MacArthur Junior High football game in 1972. I’m sure it meant something at one time, but I seem to have killed the brain cells that held that memory. I can’t throw it away because I know… Read more »

Memphis

I haven’t lived in Memphis for over 30 years. For many of those years, I flew in and out of Memphis on a fairly semi-regular basis. Holidays and birthday always brought me back. In those days Memphis was a hub and there was a direct flight on Northwest from the cold, gray skies of New… Read more »

Momma and The Senator from Arkansas

Come July, Mom has been gone for 14 years. Each time we visit Jonesboro, we visit the cemetery where she and dad, as well as Coachie and Miss Dot rest. We give each a little bourbon, and we have a drink with them. We’ve done this so often and for so long, I’m surprised that… Read more »

Always the Last to Know.

There are times in your life when you discover things that are shocking, completely unexpected, just out of the clear blue sky. People manage these moments in different ways. We all have friends who are blessed with grace and poise, a calm demeanor able to absorb difficult news with control and dignity. I’m not one… Read more »

Take The Test Drive

One afternoon years ago, a friend who shall remain unnamed, unexpectedly dropped by my apartment at Avondale Armpits. Avondale Armpits were apartments in Jonesboro, located on Nettleton just east of the intersection with Church St. They were originally designed to be a Holiday Inn, but somehow the deal fell through while that place was under… Read more »

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  • Duck Hunting

    Years ago as we approached duck season, my bride and I considered sending our son, Catfish, down to Arkansas for a Thanksgiving duck hunt with my brother Matt, his son, creatively named, Matt 2.0 and my brother-in-law, Tony, and his son Guy. My brother and my brother-in-law had a duck club complete with flooded woods,… Read more »

  • Prom

    Early winter in Florida produces some wonderful nights, just cool enough for a fire in the fire place. Frequently Landi and I watch watch reruns of old TV favorites. Right now, we are watching Castle. We always start with the pilot, and then watch the whole series to the end. Last night’s episode featured Castle… Read more »

  • Buck and Tony Perez

    Buckwheat

    He was born in near Harrisburg, Arkansas in December of 1994. About two months later, my brother got him a plane ticket and shoved his hairy little ass on a Northwest Airlines flight to Newark, NJ. He weighed about 4 lbs, but most of that was bark and howl. He didn’t remember me when I… Read more »

  • How To Ride A Bull

    When I was about 18 years old, I moved out north of Jonesboro on 141 to ‘the farm’. The Farm was where Dad had his herd of Registered Brangus Cattle. Dr. O’Neal actually owned the farm, and I was supposed to live out there and take care of the cattle. For about 3 months, we… Read more »

  • LSUcks

    Many years ago, having been kicked out of Arkansas State University, and asked not to return to it’s branch campus at Beebe, I became a student at Ole Miss. I lived in a dorm called Twin Towers. Seems like every college has a dorm named ‘Twin Towers’. On the seventh floor, we had an interesting… Read more »

  • A Chance Encounter at a Karaoke Bar

    I have to admit that, in the beginning, I was some what skeptical of this. Jordan, one of my daughters, had met a boy she liked and wanted him to come on spring break with us. Oh yippee, I thought. Even though Jordan was in Massachusetts pursuing her Masters, she somehow had a boyfriend who… Read more »

  • Heifer High

    I have struggled for nearly a month to put words to a shared high school experience I enjoyed in the mid-1970s. In 1973 at the conclusion of our Freshman year, our last year of Junior High School, a tornado tore through Jonesboro, Arkansas (my hometown), and destroyed not only a lot of homes and businesses,… Read more »

  • Birdland

    It’s a small collection of streets that make up the neighborhood: Robin, Cardinal, Thrush, Lark, and Starling. Dove was added after all the history was made. In the early 1960s when we first moved into Birdland, there were an abundance of lots available. There were several undeveloped lots on the east side of Robin near… Read more »

  • Bottling Bourbon in Texas

    In late May of 1975, my friend Danny returned from college in Dallas. On the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, we drove to Hardy, Arkansas to participate in the Spring River Canoe Race. The race was held every Memorial Day. Danny had a very cool red jeep complete with a kick ass Craig stereo, over… Read more »

  • Roy’s First Chance/Last Chance

    Back in the day, Roy’s First Chance/Last Chance was where a lot of folks from Arkansas State had their first beer. Roy’s still exists, and is still little more than a shack that used to be held up by beer. Today I suspect it stands only because the termites are holding hands. It’s a small… Read more »