There's a story in every life and a life in every story
Long ago, I made one of my many bad choices.
I went outside to play, and saw a five-gallon bucket.
There was water in it and a bee on it.
I’d been told bees don’t usually bother you if you don’t bother them, which has since proven to be mostly true, but I was a young boy and it proved impossible not to test such a theory.
When I was a boy, I had a lot of pets.
They just didn’t seem to want to stick around.
For the second time in four days, Kentucky flies by me in a blur of white lines and road signs.
Road trips are another story for another day, though, because today is someone’s birthday. Continue reading “About an inspiration”
There are some things about the South which are strange to people who aren’t accustomed to them. I’ve noticed this on occasion through the years. One such occasion happened some time ago, when I returned to work after a short trip to Rite Aid. Continue reading “Peanuts and a bottle”
I sat in a mall food court yesterday afternoon.
It was the first time I’d darkened the door of the mall in a while. I’d planned to people watch, because it’s just about the only thing suitable to do in a mall while you patiently wait for a woman to finish shopping, but something was off. Continue reading “Musings from the mall”
My mama’s daddy died when I was 7 years old, but I learned a lot about him during the 2,815 days we shared. Continue reading “War stories”
This story begins in a pool hall and ends in a goat pen.
The middle is quite messy. Continue reading “I just paid to sweat a lot”
I grew up in a chicken house.
I don’t mean literally, of course, though when the wind is right I can smell five of them.
What I mean is, when I was a kid, I had it made. Continue reading “What a time to be alive”
I have recently learned something new.
It is a peculiar thing to quit a job.
Since my last day at the newspaper, a few things have happened.
One has been a little more difficult to figure out how to respond to than others. Continue reading “About the end of an era”
I quit.
For a pretty good while last Thursday night, those two words were the only ones on the computer screen in front of me.
I’d even joked about a plan to simply leave this column blank except the above words and ride off into the proverbial sunset. Continue reading “A personal announcement”
