Yesterday marked the nineteenth Father’s Day since my Dad took a jarring, premature detour into eternity. I still miss him and often consider how different life might have been had he remained. I am sure I don’t think about that as much as Mom, but I think about it. He was a good dad…better than…
The Over/Under Man
What I do not overvalue I underestimate. I put that as my Facebook status this morning because the thought hit me like a subway train. I realized that much of what I am today – and where – could be explained by my either overvaluing or underestimating a thing or person. I never saw myself…
Hip Shots, Deux
Quirky is cool. Donya and I visited Gerty‘s, a little shop in one of those antique mall type settings (only this is not an antique mall; it is more of a collection of quirky shops, catering mostly to women), which Donya’s mom and three other ladies own. As I browsed the various shops while trying…
29
Twenty-nine. It is not a very sexy number, is it? Perhaps its only distinction is that it is one of only twenty-five prime numbers between one and 100. 29 isn’t cool like some of the other prime numbers. Take the number one, for instance. Every sports team, every salesman, every ambitious student wants to be…
Hip Shots
Blackie Sherrod, One of my favorite old-time newspaper columnists, wrote a column of random observations for the Dallas Morning News . He called it Scatter-Shooting. In the column, he would offer a collection of observations, opinions, and news items that were completely unrelated. Since imitation is the finest form of flattery, I tip my hat…
Boston: Reflections on a Journey
Now that I am comfortably settled back into my little nook (or cranny, if you will), I find myself prone to reflection upon our trip to Boston. I think I can best express my thoughts and feelings by suggesting and enlarging upon four words… Patriotism With the “ask not what your country can do for…
The Worst Day Fishing…
You have seen the bumper stickers and t-shirts declaring, “The worst day fishing is better than the best day working.” Yesterday, my brother and I put that theory to the test. It was a gorgeous day, barely into the 80’s, sun shining brilliantly from it’s perch in a clear, blue sky. There was a breeze…
Give Me a P! Give Me an R! Give me an I! Give me a D! Give me an E!
The Bible has a great deal to say about pride…and none of it is good. Over and over again, pride is roundly condemned. It is listed among the seven deadly sins. God goes so far as to say that when a person is filled with pride, He hates the look on that person’s face. [See…
Eye of the Beholder
Most people, I think, readily affirm that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,†and I suppose that is right. In many instances, the beauty of a thing is subjective. To accept that as a blanket statement of absolute truth, however, I am reticent to do. Some things are universally acknowledged as beautiful: A…
Knee-Jerking My Way Through Georgia
Here are some observations from my first week in Georgia: The word “Georgia” has no “r” in it; at least, not if you’re from Georgia. If you eat out and you order “iced tea,” they don’t even bat an eye, just bring you sweet tea, as if there were no other kind. If you order…