Hunker Down

Maybe it was karma. Or divine appointment. I do not believe luck had anything to do with it. And it was not Willie putting his “mark” on me one last time. He had everlasting and forever done that in the summer of 1954 and ’55 and ’56 and ’57…. I’m sitting in Seat 8, Row…

I have told you I am getting out of this writing business, and I mean it. But a beautiful young girl in the Omnibus Class at Faith Christian School asked if I was a Democrat or a Republican. Good golly, I’ve had that very story in mind for the last 10 years… I just didn’t…

People have been so kind to me about these little stories over the years. And I certainly appreciate that. I have said from the beginning that I am not a writer. You think about Edgar Allan Poe, Ambrose Bierce, Will Rogers, Jon Meacham… those guys could turn a blank page into a moving picture show…. …

I’m teaching a class at Gulf Coast State entitled, “Will You Know Where You Are When You Get Where You’re Going.” I did not think up that moniker. I “borrowed” it from a guy taller, smarter, and funnier than I am. He explained his version to a laughing “Grand Ole Opry” crowd.  There is a…

One of the things I appreciated as a kid growing up in a small town in the 1950s was, I could understand the rules. Don’t lie, cheat, or steal, respect your elders, close the gate, and be home by supper. That was it.  There was no secret handshake. You didn’t have any gosh awful bylaws…