What a difference a year can make. On the last Sunday in March in 2012 my lovely wife Lisa and I checked into a room in the Rotary House hotel at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas.
My daddy used to have a saying about rats. He would get people to ask him what he thought about rats and he would invariably answer, "I'm rough on rats!" I never knew what, exactly, he meant by
Whatever happened to getting in the family car and going for a ride? Other than $4 a gallon gas, I mean.
Just when you thought politics couldn't be fun anymore, Kentucky's Rand Paul stands up and puts on a show in the Senate that rivaled Strom Thurmond at his best.
I'll have plenty to do, once the weather gets warm.
Country music brings back memories of our family travels.
It is way past time to put a few worn out words and phrases to rest.
People are constantly asking me why I decided to grow a beard.
A half-serious "mayday" call on Facebook showed me my great circle of caring friends.
I wouldn't say I travel to Athens all that frequently, but when I crank my car, I have a hard time steering it in another direction.
You'd think someone from South Carolina would know better.
The holidays wore me to a frazzle. When's the last time you heard that expression?
I never wanted to be one of those parents who tried to relive their lives through their kids.
Schools are supposed to be safe havens, especially for little bitty children. ... Schools are never supposed to be where children go to die.
When Christmas has come and gone this year I will not have missed one moment of its magic.