Growing up in West Point, Mississippi, in the 1950s was a magical time.
One of my favorite non-serious holidays was April 1. Henry Harris, the editor of our local newspaper loved to pull pranks on the community and he usually “got us!” Continue reading
There it is. My dream home – a small, cozy log cabin in the woods where I can do nothing in particular all day long. Yesterday I found it. Unfortunately, it was hand-built by one of my favorite people – Robert Harrell, and he’s not about to part with it. Continue reading
Okay, so I’ll never be a contender for the Betty Crocker award for cake decorating, but at least I keep trying. Two out of three guests recognized what the cake was supposed to be – a BEER MUG. If you kind of squint and look out of the corner of your eye, can’t you see it too? Sort of? Continue reading
I’ve spent most of my adult life trying to stuff myself into one career or another.
Over the past 30 years I’ve tried without success to a banker, a newspaper reporter, president of an insurance company, a waitress, a store clerk, a magazine editor and a general flunky for three non-profit corporations. Continue reading
Well, actually the official day was yesterday but as usual I’m running a tad behind.
Now who can forget those great country music ditties like “Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart” by Johnny Cash? Or “Everytime I Itch I Wind Up Scratching You” by the one and only Glen Campbell? Or how about Kenny Chesney’s “Being Drunk’s a Lot Like Loving You and It’s Sending Me Straight to Rehab!.” Continue reading