We have come to the end of another month so I thought now would be as good a time as any to go on a written journey back through the days of June.(more…)
When it comes to food, I’m an omnivore who leans to the carnivorous side.
I’ve always tended to save more of the room in my belly for meat and less for the vegetables, to the point a lot of people don’t believe I get enough nourishment of the plant variety.(more…)
I want to talk about a noose.
Somebody found one in NASCAR driver Bubba Wallace’s garage at Talladega Superspeedway yesterday.
Whoever put it there wanted to fan the flames of racism and hate, but the plan backfired.(more…)
There’s a statue in the center of the city where I went to school.
It’s a lady who holds a bug above her head.(more…)
First, a few things you should know:
- The post you’ll see when you click the underlined words below was written in 2014, and Nana’s pool hasn’t been filled in years so I don’t swim anymore.
- There are only so many ways to describe the heat this time of year, and I thought this might provide a glimpse of an Alabama summer.
- Germany beat Brazil 7-1 in the 2014 World Cup.
Without further ado, from July 8, 2014, here’s a hundred words about swimming.
The sun sinks in a blue sky.
The way the pale, orange glow it’s kind enough to leave in its wake shines through the trees reminds me of the last embers of a campfire on a creek bank.
It’s the last light of a long day in South Alabama, and I’m on the front porch to watch it fade into darkness.
I’m not alone.(more…)
If you need proof some people will never be satisfied, look no further than sports talk radio. (more…)
If you want to talk about how kindness is an afterthought in the world today, you’ll just have to find someone else who will listen.
I don’t dispute there’s a lot less kindness than there once was, and I know the world could use a lot more, but there’s still some here.
I know. I’ve been given the gift of two random acts of kindness in the last two months.
This is a place where some days seem to feature all four seasons, and others offer only wet heat.
Days like today, when the breeze is just gentle enough to rustle the oak leaves, are meant for front porches and rocking chairs. (more…)