It’s a long road back to 1975. that was the year I graduated from high school. I was supposed to be in the class of 1976, but it was decided that graduating a year early was the right thing for all parties consulted. In my two years in high school, I found more than my… Read more »
Writing is hard. It’s like digging a splinter out of your soul. Me, Boo and the Goob was a great success when I released it several years ago. It took a long time to write because three chapters from the end, I encountered writers block. I was stuck for about three years. Finally a friend,… Read more »
Roughly five years ago, I released Me, Boo and the Goob: A Southern Adventure. It was my first book, and I didn’t know much about marketing it. In my research I found a template for marketing a book. It seemed to make sense to me, so I followed it. I have learned from it. First,… Read more »
Tomorrow I begin prep for a colonoscopy. I’m not excited about it. I don’t so much mind the procedure as I mind the prep for the procedure. I do not like being hungry. I don’t tolerate it well. I always enjoy a big breakfast and without it, I get cranky. I am reminded of an… Read more »
50 years ago, a single hit during a football drill at practice changed the course my football life. I had been a quarterback, and now I was not. From the brown and dusty grass of the Douglas MacArthur Junior High School football field to a very clean, cool and sterile OR at West Florida Hospital,… Read more »
There is magic in Gumbo. That’s just a fact. There is no recipe for making gumbo, only a tradition and a culture. You can’t make it without wine and music. You can fudge just about everything else, but you gotta have wine and music. I start with some Cabernet, and some Waylon tunes, unless I… Read more »
May 10th 1994, Landi and I departed Jamaica much wiser than when we arrived there some ten days prior. We were there for our honeymoon. In our ten wonderful days there, we learned much about a wonderful island, its’ people, its’ culture and ourselves. I, for one, learned to never let a drunk woman put… Read more »
Fifty years is a long time. Sometimes it’s hard to remember details. Sometimes, as we age, dates drift further into the deep recesses of our memory and the details blur together. Things become indistinct. There are some things we can’t quite remember. There are some things we just can’t forget. Friday, May 26th I remember… Read more »
While visiting on the phone with my son, Catfish, yesterday, he mentioned that he was going to Nashville pretty soon for a friend’s bachelor party. He was excited about it because while in Nashville, in addition to bar hopping and general fun, they planned to go to a concert by some currently fashionable country singer…. Read more »
On a very hot and exceedingly humid September Sunday night in 1977, I lay sweating in an un-air-conditioned dorm room in Beebe Arkansas listening to a radio station from Little Rock as it was about play an album released by Willie Nelson. Though I had been a fan of outlaw country music (Jerry Jeff Walker)… Read more »
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