I’ve Still Got My Guitar and the Red Sox Going for Me

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, May 17, 2017, 8:54 a.m. Middle of the week. Last night traded one kind of music for another. A trip to Charlotte to see my favorite band, Reckless Kelly, fell through, but I visited my nephew’s lovely children – held them, made faces, sound effects, tossed the older lightly in the air, anything to make him giggle – and then, on … Continue reading I’ve Still Got My Guitar and the Red Sox Going for Me

The Old Snow Days Just Ain’t What They Used to Be

Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, January 7, 2017, 10:28 a.m. The snow hasn’t completely covered the grass I probably should have cut one more time before it stopped growing. It fell in hits and misses, and here it mainly swung and missed. It’s fallen in greater amounts most everywhere else, and TV tells me that one or two more bands – the Allman Brothers; Earth, Wind … Continue reading The Old Snow Days Just Ain’t What They Used to Be

Even Though It Don’t Hurt Nothin’, I Reckon …

Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, January 2, 2017, 8:20 a.m. I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. I believe in resolutions when the need arises. I judge my resolutions on an individual basis, without regard for race, creed, national origin, or whether or not the football team is owned by Jerry Jones. I am trying to curb superstitions. I’ve never been superstitious, which might come as … Continue reading Even Though It Don’t Hurt Nothin’, I Reckon …

A Flashback to Those Glamorous Days of Air Travel

  I don’t dream that much — that’s while sleeping, mind you — but I’ve been doing more of it lately. There’s no deep-down analysis. It seems as if the 11 o’clock news seldom passes without at least one short feature on the nightmare of airport security. I used to fly 50,000-80,000 miles a year. I’ve been on four planes in three years, and they … Continue reading A Flashback to Those Glamorous Days of Air Travel

She Said, ‘Mama, Got a Note Here from the Harper Valley PTA’

Tuesday was another walking contradiction, particularly since I didn’t do much walking. I’d been paying attention to really important matters on Monday — a rained-out stock car race about which the Bleacher Report pays me to write, college baseball regionals, general early-week angst — and the grass needed cutting, and I’d spent Tuesday morning writing about the aforementioned stock car race. In short, I got caught … Continue reading She Said, ‘Mama, Got a Note Here from the Harper Valley PTA’