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…)
Yesterday, I wrote about a noose found in the garage stall Bubba Wallace’s team occupied for the Geico 500 at Talladega.
I should have waited to comment on the situation until the investigation was finished.(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…)
I gave my Daddy chocolate-covered pecans for Father’s Day, but this post isn’t about what I gave him.
I want to tell you about a few gifts he’s given me.(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.
I’m thankful for a lot of things, not the least of which is the fact tomorrow is Friday.
I jumped a little ahead of today’s “thankful” prompt with yesterday’s post, with personal recollections about a group of people for which most of the world is thankful so I thought today might be a good time for another post from the Casey’s Column archives.
Click the underlined words in this sentence for a look inside my mind on a night two years ago when I went outside to look at the stars and count my blessings.(more…)
Aside from some games in the first two months, there’s a chance 2020 might be a year without sports.(more…)
A notebook is a type of article full of notes about different topics or extra information for which a reporter couldn’t find a place in a story.
Since today’s WordPress Discover prompt is “note,” I thought I’d jot down some random ones.(more…)
Some people take pride in every chance to relive their glory days, to tell their children tales of days gone by and often remembered.
Some tell stories of incredible athletic feats of yesteryear, and back them up with testimonies from old teammates they see in Wal-Mart or moments frozen forever in framed photographs on the walls of hometown restaurants.
Those stories take them to a time before their backs hurt, before they worked long hours to pay for mortgaged houses.
They take them back to when they had all of the time in the world, when they lived for Friday nights and thought they were invincible. (more…)