Today is Thursday, August 21, 2008. This is the 234th day of the year with only 132 remaining until the new year. There’s still time to accomplish all those lofty goals you set on New Year’s Day, but it’s crunch time.

Today is officially Senior Citizen Day as declared by President Ronald Reagan and adopted in 1988. But I’m not sure what that means. Are we to honor those kids who are in their senior years of high school or college - or our elders? (more…)

Some barn, huh? Robert and Caroline Bryan Harrell are pictured in front of their party barn.

We bumped along in an all-terrain vehicle over miles of paths that crisscross the 600 acre track of land adjoining Old Waverly Country Club near the banks of the Tenn-Tom Waterway.

It was a sultry July afternoon, but my driver didn’t seem to notice. He was intent upon educating his captive audience about fascinating tidbits of trivia - like the length of a furlong or what the abbreviation CC means on a prescription medicine bottle…important stuff like that.

The legendary Robert Harrell was giving me a tour of what amounts to an amusement park. At least it’s an amusement to Harrell, its owner and developer. I was beginning to understand how he got his reputation for mischief.

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I can’t seem to shake the temptation to rush. Having become acclimated to a world of split-second communication, smart phones, e-mail and jam-packed calendars, I struggle to keep up with myself.

During baseball season the public address system at our local ball park plays a haunting song by Alabama called “In a Hurry.” For some reason it’s been running through my mind over and over and I finally gave in and digested the words which caught me up short. (more…)

It gets even spookier on the inside.

I’m considering selling my home and renting an apartment so I can call some absentee landlord to fix my problems which seem to be coming in multiples lately.

I live in an old 1890s vintage farm house that once was out in the country and is now in the middle of town. I’m convinced that it’s haunted and things are getting spooky. (more…)

A new study was released this week that suggests that if you have reached mid-life and are single, you are at risk for dementia - more so than your “hitched” friends. This is very bad news for me but it raises several questions.

How do we define midlife? It’s kind of relative, isn’t it? If you live to be 100 your mid life is higher than someone who lives to be 65. And how do you define single. Since I have two partners (Rebel and Lucky Dawg) keeping my company, I really don’t consider myself single.

Nevertheless, a new Scandinavian study found (more…)