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 »

Always 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 »

Remember the Alamo

A couple of years ago, I visited the Alamo. The ghosts are thick there. I used to not believe in ghosts, but after living in a haunted house in Pennslyvania many years ago, I became a believer. That’s a story for another time. Ghosts seem to be part of my life now. From Gettysburg to… Read more »

A Southern Adventure Continues…..

Trying to get traction with the big publishers is like going to Nashville hoping to be discovered as the next big country music star. There are so many others with such incredible talent who are already there doing the exact same thing that you are doing that being ‘discovered’ in Nashville is next to impossible…. Read more »

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ISO Jerry Lawler

A few years ago I wrote Me, Boo and the Goob: A Southern Adventure. It was a fun little novel about small boys growing up in and around Jonesboro and Memphis in the 1960s. Many of my friends recognize many of the exaggerated events of my life as portrayed in the novel. The story itself… Read more »

Cocktails, Anyone?

Years ago when I was an age group competitive swimmer, after a long and hard race I was always utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. I had done all I could do. In swimming a 200 meter individual race, it’s just you. There is no team. Every third stroke, you take a much anticipated breath…. Read more »

Tomorrow Eventually Comes

The journey of our lives takes us down many roads. Along the way we meet many travelers on those roads. Forty three years traveling those roads seem to pass at the speed of light until time stops long enough to remember good times with a dear friend. The Mississippi River, the Father of Waters, takes… Read more »

Grimm’s Guerillas

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 »

JD and Me: Bad Ideas and Poor Judgement

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 »

W.W.B.D.

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 »

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  • Goodreads Book Giveaway!!!!

    Goodreads Book Giveaway Me, Boo and The Goob by William L. Garner Giveaway ends August 15, 2017. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway

  • A Good Kid

    Several years ago, a kid about 15 years old punched Catfish.  The Fish was about 8 at the time.  As you would expect, I was not happy and I went to have a chat with the kid’s parents.  On asking one of the neighbors where the kid lived, I went there.  When I found the… Read more »

  • Payback Is Hell

    Sometimes, I still hear him laugh. Several years ago, while mowing the yard, Catfish somehow failed to see a 6 foot umbrella lying in the yard.  He destroyed both the umbrella and the hours old lawn mower. I heard him laugh then.  I could see him tilt his head back just a bit, and look… Read more »

  • 37 West 65

    Sometimes you run across something that really puts life in a new perspective. You pause for just a moment, and reflect on the blessings that you have been given. Several years ago, Catfish and I had a wonderful weekend of diving. We dove in deep, dark, cold water.  He was only 14 and he accomplished… Read more »

  • Twenty Three Years in LandiLand

    Wedding bells in Bethlehem. Condo Hell. A House in South Plainfield. ‘Landi, did you pick this color?’ A dog named Buckwheat. A boy named Catfish. Jordan arrived in Jersey. Chaunti. Fish pond in the back yard. Jenn went to Australia and came home to Jersey. The Jersey Shore Hello Wardlaw-Hartridge. Good by money. Barbeque Professionals… Read more »

  • Don’t try this at home. We are professionals.

    Well, you’ve heard the saying ‘at least we weren’t DAL’? We don’t use that expression anymore. The event was ‘Smoking on the Square’ in Pensacola, and site was great….. except for the reserved Port-a-Potties.  We didn’t know anything about them, so we didn’t reserve one.  Let me just say that would have been a right… Read more »

  • Memories of Christmas Past

    I miss them most on Christmas Eve. Every Christmas Eve they came to my parents house and we had quail for dinner. When he and Dad were younger, they would go quail hunting on Christmas Eve.  The quail they killed that morning were the quail we would have for dinner that night. They were quail… Read more »

  • A Tough Day at Work

    It will soak in at about 9:30 or so that the Catfish has gone back to school. Throughout the summer, if he was not working that day, it would be at 9:30 or so before he would wander into my freshly cleaned kitchen and begin the slow motion process of cooking breakfast and watching something… Read more »

  • In Memory of a Friend

    Moments of clarity. Singleness of thought. Focus. In a world broken up into 12 second sound bites, we have few moments of clarity. We are torn from one screaming crisis to another until something gives us pause, and we take that moment to think. It is sometimes said that youth is wasted on the young…. Read more »

  • Womens Volleyball

    Nearly everyone I know has spent at least a few minutes watching the Olympics.  My wife and I have watched more than our share of swimming.  Last night, we watched Women’s Beach Vollyball.  It brought back memories of a picnic and a volleyball match in Memphis many years ago. I was young, maybe 28 or… Read more »