randy travis mug shot I like Randy Travis. I know he fell hard and landed naked on the side of a north Texas road, broke and broken by a life he hadn’t found a way to keep up with. I like his song, “1982,” because it resonates with my soul. Now, it is about a…
Tag: Life
Muhammad Ali – The Greatest that ever lived has died. Or…has he?
I did not like anything Muhammad Ali stood for in life. I will not pretend I did now that he is dead. I detested his arrogance and cowardice (when it comes to military service for his country). He was anti-America, anti-Christ…and, oh, so entertaining. He “danced like a butterfly and stung like a bee.” He fought…
Like the rain: a retrospective of this life, love, and marriage
Marriage: Any relationship that stands the test of time must withstand its share of storms. It may have begun with sunshine and song, but the thunderstorms will soon roll in.
Hello, Spring and Happy Birthday, Dad
Dad didn’t pay much attention to his birthday, the way I remember it. Maybe that is because I was a kid most of his time on earth and kids figure birthdays are mostly for them and not so much the old folks. He’s been gone 25 years already. He would have been 76 today. It’s…
I, Tom Sawyer: The True Adventures of an American Youth | Part One: Billy Jack, Buford Pusser, and me
I grew up with a Bible in one hand and a copy of Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Tom Sawyer in the other. If I had a third hand it would have held a football. A fourth would have had a baseball glove on it. A fifth and sixth would have clamped the handlebar grips of…
Everything all the time
I was spending some of Saturday’s rainy morning sorting through Amazon Prime, downloading “free” music, when I came across an album title that resonated with me. It is a Band of Horses album. It’s title? “Everything all the time.” And it got me thinking. We have created a world for ourselves and our progeny where we must fill…
Passersby: remembering not to forget those you met along the way
Arriving at the office before 8 AM, I am among the first in the BB&T building. The parking lot is empty, except for three or four vehicles strategically parked in the scant shady spots. The early bird gets the shade…and the windshield presents from careless birds. I’m alone on the elevator for the short ride to the…