I grew up in such a simple time. From the time I was 6, I manned the cash register at my family’s grocery store.
Despite my childhood dreams, I have reached an inevitable conclusion: I could never be President of the United States.
I have long been an advocate for character education in schools. Unfortunately, many children get little training in good behavior at home, whether it be from poor role models or the anger-tainment “news” channels blaring in the background.
Hurled insults, drawn fists, angry threats, grown men on their knees.
In the 1930s, President Herbert Hoover’s second-in-command was Vice President Charles Curtis, who had once been a powerful Senator. A magazine article about Vice President Curtis is credited with coining a phrase that has endured for almost a hundred years: “It’s lonely at the top.”
I love to set goals. Before I retired, I made a list each day of things I wanted to accomplish so that I could check off each one as I completed it. I didn’t always achieve everything on the list, but it helped me stay focused. There was a great sense of pride knowing I had tried my best.
It is the Christmas season with the big day just a few days away. It would be wonderful if we could all celebrate the special day of Jesus’ birth by showing love for our fellow man.
I know some of you expect hard-hitting political commentary when reading a newspaper column. Well, not today. There are no elections any time soon, and we could all use a break.
People come together in marriage for all kinds of reasons. We usually assume that most people marry because they are in love.
We’re advanced enough to send rockets to the moon (again), so why can’t we answer these questions:
If it’s neither here nor there, then where is it exactly?
I’m quite proud of my rural upbringing in a country store in Bryant, Alabama. We had only one school, one restaurant, and no traffic lights. We used to grow cotton, then flowers, and of course potatoes. I mean taters.
Last month, I reminisced about some of my favorite voices from a lifetime of TV, radio, movies and music. I asked you to share your most unforgettable voices from past and present, and I received enough to fill several columns. Here’s the beauty of it. Even though you’re reading the printed word, the mere mention of their names will trigger the sound of their voices.
The Supreme Court of the United States is the highest federal court in the country. It is also the head of the judicial branch.
November is the month for Thanksgiving, literally and figuratively, so it’s time for my annual column giving thanks for those who have made my life easier.
Everyone gets angry at some point. Some of us even experience that emotion daily, if we are honest about it.
This column is written several days in advance of publication, so the midterm elections have not yet been held as I write this. Some of you may be reading this before election day, and others are reading it after the votes have been counted.
Last week I wrote about the nonstop, eardrum-assaulting chatter during baseball games from certain TV sports announcers. Although my complaint was limited to the fact that they don’t allow viewers to enjoy the game’s natural, easygoing rhythm, some of you pointed out another trend. Many of today’s announcers have the same bland style, unlike the voices of games past. I couldn’t agree more.
Sometimes when people are faced with certain situations, they don’t always carefully think through their response before delivering it.
I know you will be disappointed, so let me go ahead and apologize. I will not be writing about politics this week. No mention of midterms, drop boxes, or even Herschel’s badge. I’m pretty sure you can find all that and more elsewhere on these pages.
For anyone who watches football, it will come as no surprise that football has the highest injury rate of any American sport.
“He’s just going through a phase right now.” If you’re a parent, you know what that means. Whether it’s the Terrible Twos, awkward adolescence, or the risk-taking teen years, we hope and pray they’ll grow out of it. Most of them do.
Last year in this space, I lamented the suddenly smaller graham crackers, ice cream cartons, apple juice jugs, and pretty much anything else you buy.
Due to economic challenges created by the pandemic there have been several pauses put in place to delay repayments plans for student loans. That means that for almost two years, people who owed money for student loans were not obligated to make payments on those loans.
I see so much negativity. Think about this: two years ago, we couldn't go anywhere, we didn't have a vaccine, and our friends were sick or dying
A democracy is a form of government that empowers its people to exercise political control, limit the power of heads of state, provide for separation of power between governmental entities and ensure the protection of natural rights and civil liberties.
Have you noticed that when some political candidates and elected officials speak, their words often ring hollow? It’s almost as if they aren’t being honest (imagine that).
I recently saw an article entitled, “Things you should never ask an adoptive parent.” I decided to give it a read as my husband, and I happen to fall into that category. Just a quick look to see if we had been asked any of those inappropriate questions.
I saw a billboard recently for a psychic who would reveal your future. I just laughed.
Anyone who steps up and agrees to work in law enforcement is a hero in my book.
Here’s my latest roundup of spelling fails. They’re easy to find. You see them on signs at stores (or on the highway), and especially, social media. Each time I write about this, within a few weeks, you kind folks send me a whole new batch. I guess I should be thankful I have enough for a column. Like the man said on Facebook, “I don’t take it for granite.”
Can you feel it in the air?
It’s that time of year again.
I know it’s almost fall, and most people’s thoughts turn to Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. Some probably have already started their Christmas shopping.
I recently picked up a Rolling Stone magazine. It was never known to be a source of country music information, but for some reason they decided to name “The 25 Greatest Country Songs of All Time.”
It all began with the mention of three little letters. C R T
When it first came up people were shaking their heads wondering what in the world folks were so up in arms about
“The wind blew some luck in my direction….I caught it in my hands today…”
Since the dawn of civilization, human beings have been trying to manage their reproductive options. Women in ancient Rome often drank juice made from the Silphium plant in order to prevent a pregnancy. Some scholars even believe that the prevalent use of the plant resulted in its extinction.
I get a lot of advice on writing columns. Some people tell me to write funnier. Others say, “Be more serious. Solve the world’s problems.”
We’ve all had them. The day when you forgot to set the alarm then your kid won’t get a move on, there is no milk, and your gas tank is flashing a big E after your get on the road.
I have been covering schools for 30 years, and I have visited more schools than the milk delivery guys. As Johnny Cash sang, I’ve been everywhere, man. From the modest rural schools to the swanky private prep schools, and everywhere in between.
Michael and I had a few hours to spend together on Sunday, and he asked me what I wanted to do. My first choice was Cracker Barrel and a stroll through Kimball Goodwill and Lowes. Second was a trip to Five Guys. Third was kayaking, and four was Walls of Jericho.
Police in Enterprise, Alabama was called in to investigate the disappearance of a 14-year-old migrant girl earlier this year.
I used to tell my wife that I was the most patient man in America. This was usually followed by a swift verbal reprimand, so I stopped saying that.
Twice each year, I do a “From the Mailbag” column, serving up your comments, questions, and corrections. You might think this is an easy way to fill space during a week in which I am actually on vacation. You would be right about that.
“If you can’t say something nice about someone, then don’t say anything at all,” were some of Mama’s choice words of wisdom.
A bug bit me when I was twelve years old, and never let go. I turned on the radio one day, and I liked what I heard. Neil Diamond was singing “Sweet Caroline.”
Everyone can stop wondering if it will happen because it finally has.
Every few years, I clean out my pockets, and share the notes I’ve made while watching a few hundred sporting events on TV. I listen carefully to the sportscasters, and most of them are from a handful of families: the Bucks, the Carays, and the Alberts. I hear a lot of clichés.
“Boogity, Boogity, there seems to have been some disturbance here.”
Those lyrics from a song by Ray Stevens are ringing in my head after my recent trip to the beach.
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