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.
A Randy Travis interview came on the radio while I drove home from work the other day.
It was recorded before his 2013 stroke, which almost cost him his life and has made communication more difficult than it once was for the singer of more than a dozen No. 1 songs.
This is less about Travis, though, than it is about the questions which creeped into my mind when I thought about how quickly things changed for him.
I took a road trip to the top of America last weekend.
I decided to jot down some things I’ve learned about such trips on the way home.
Daddy and I were on the road to somewhere the other day.
We were listening to an oldies station when I made a remark about how, on the whole, today’s music doesn’t hold a candle to the songs on the radio when Daddy was younger.
I believe a day spent listening to Delilah on a recent trip to the beach led to his defense of modern music.
“It ain’t all bad,” Daddy said. “Every song wasn’t good back then, either. You’re just listening to the All Stars.”
I didn’t think about the exchange again until yesterday, and the thought had nothing to do with music. (more…)
My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop. The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.
I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. (more…)
Last Saturday, Mama and I took another trip to the Alabama Department of Archives and History in Montgomery.
We’d been once before, when we randomly decided we’d make the hour-plus drive to see what the archives had to offer, and we weren’t disappointed.
The archives were different last weekend, but in a good way. (more…)
July was a roller coaster of a month — full of ups and downs — so it should be fun to look back. (more…)
I once read an ebook that included the question asking whether I would live nomadically if I could.
It asked where I would go, how I would decide where to go and what life would be like if I didn’t have just one place to call home.
The answers, of course, were in songs. (more…)
Today, I salute Waffle House. (more…)
