Last week, I delivered my annual "State of the Barbecue" address.
I've never been stuck in an elevator, but I'd rather not. I'd also prefer not to get stranded at the top of one of those double-decker Ferris wheels. Even on one of those chance rides with a pretty girl.
I have always been a fan of TV game shows. When I went to school in Social Circle, we lived right across the street from the school and they let me go home for lunch. I would sneak in a few minutes of "Concentration" and "Jeopardy."
When you have children, there are those memorable moments that are etched in your mind. You remember their first steps, the first time they babble something that sounds like "Daddy," their first day of school. The list goes on and on.
Some people tout our state because it is largely nonunion.
It's been 31 years and I have not made it back to a high school reunion.
For far too long, I have been delaying the inevitable project of getting rid of some stuff. We have talked about a yard sale for a long time, but have not quite put it together.
After more than 20 years in this area, I have come to know many of the people who shaped this region. Most came from the group that has been called "The Greatest Generation," the veterans of World War II. In the past few days, we lost two great ones.
There is a little dog that lives at our house. Her name is Buttons and in human terms, she is a senior citizen. When I came into her life, she was well into middle age and, like most who reach that point, was set in her ways.
There was a record store on Broad Street in Monroe called the Music and Camera Shop. It was owned by Edward Peters and he carried all the latest 45s and plenty of albums.
In the past few days, the Eastman Kodak Co. announced that its Kodachrome film would be no more.
This is my 19th Father's Day. That is, if you count the one where we were anticipating an arrival in September of 1990.
There is a connection between summer and cars that remains in my mind.
We have more than one television in our house. In fact, there are about as many televisions as there are people.
The people who make tissues will get some of my money this weekend. I'm going to try not to cry, but I know I will.
For more than four years, a young fellow named Josh Turner has accompanied me on my ride to Atlanta.
A few weeks ago, I was standing on the porch of someone's home in the mountains. As the sun was going down, I looked out at the beautiful peaks that decorate the northern part of our state.
There is no battle between the observance of Easter and Christmas. But if you're taking a vote, I'm an Easter person.
I married into a family that has generational roots in Gainesville. They go back long before the War of Northern Aggression.
We are a gullible bunch, aren't we?
This column begins as a newspaper column. I'm very happy about that. I like the notion of being a newspaper columnist. I still like to hold the newspaper in my hand and look at it.
Sometimes, when I gripe about slow computers or cellphones that don't do what they are supposed to do, I think about how far we have come in my lifetime.
In an earlier time, we used to celebrate the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln in February. Now, we have combined them into one day to honor all presidents of the United States.
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