When I first saw the news about Robin Williams being found dead, it didn’t really affect me too much.
In case y’all were wondering, it is dog days again. I just went for a two-mile walk — at 9:30 in the morning — and lost a bout four pounds of water weight from perspiring. I used to sweat, back before I got so sophisticated.
It’s dega vu all over again! That’s how Yogi put it and Yogi is a smart man, despite the fact that he has become a cult hero of sorts for the way he expresses himself in regards to the English language.
The Internet has made encyclopedias obsolete and there may come a day when it does the same to recorded music, magazines and newspapers.
I never dreamed that the day would actually come when someone asked me, “What do you do for a living?” and I could answer, “Travel the world.”
People are always asking me, “What do you miss most when you are on the road?”
In a former life, when I was a history teacher, I used to play a word association game with my students when we studied the closing of the American frontier. They weren’t as well versed in all things western as I was at their tender ages, but they came up with some pretty impressive lists. Of course, I taught some pretty impressive kids.
When Christopher Columbus arrived in what would come to be known as the Americas in 1492 — and I don’t really care how many Norsemen may or may not have already been here — there was population of approximately 75 million people living here, including 10 million living in the area that now comprises the United States. Columbus erroneously called them Indians because he believed he was in the East Indies.
So it’s Father’s Day and I know it does not have the same impact that Mother’s Day has on card and flower sending, gift buying and celebrating in general — which s OK. We are just men. We get that. No, really. We do.
I broke my own rule Thursday night and I am glad I did. I accepted a speaking engagement inside the perimeter.
My lovely wife, Lisa, and I are what you might call climatically incompatible.
If you still have your mom this Mother’s Day, please cherish her.
I spent the first 22 Easters of my life, as well as I can remember, in Porterdale. I always looked forward to attending Sunrise Service at Julia A. Porter United Methodist Church, even before it was united.
I went to bed Thursday night with a nice and shiny black SUV in my driveway. I woke up with a sickening yellow SUV in my driveway. Like a sneak attack from above the pollen season is upon us.
This week I have really realized just how much I really do miss teaching the history of our country to really smart teenagers