Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, April 9, 2020, 11:28 a.m. If the country is pulling together, you can’t prove it by Facebook. I’ll stop blaming President Twitter when he stops blaming everyone else. The best reason to watch replays of old sporting events is that at least it’s sports. The worst thing is that everyone knows …
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Mastodons Run Amok
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, March 30, 2020, 7:45 p.m. When I read Don Quixote, I found it astonishing to learn that the art of comedy had not notably advanced in over four centuries. Salman Rushdie’s Quichotte takes Miguel de Cervantes forward and adds levels that would not have been structurally feasible in 1616, when the …
Dre-e-e-e-eam, Dream, Dream, Dre-eam
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, March 26, 2020, 11:29 a.m. Last night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime of old dogs, and children, and watermelon wine. – Tom T. Hall I wish. Two nights ago, I dreamed I was covering a soccer match, and players started stopping in their tracks and falling unconscious to …
The Age of Chicken Little
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:16 a.m. Everywhere people say the sky is falling. Never mind that it is. Mostly, when my “land line” rings, it is either my mother or someone who wants my money. I hang up so often, one would in earlier times think me inconsiderate. My cell plays tricks, …
The Horse Ain’t High No More
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, March 19, 2020, 9:23 a.m. There’s nothing wrong with feeling sorry, but there’s no purpose in feeling sorry for ourselves. Things are tough all over. Everyone’s got a tale of woe. Everyone’s got someone to blame. Stop it. We’ve got the right to lash out at who or what is the …
Bah to All the Humbugs
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, March 15, 2020, 1:24 p.m. Two weeks ago, I sent an email to every official I could think of around the county, asking what provisions were being made for the impending coronavirus spread. The great majority did not dignify my request with a reply. A few answered constructively. About the same …
While I Breathe, I Hope
Clinton, South Carolina, February 29, 2020, 11:54 a.m. Life is fatal for everyone. I have reached the age where I am one germ away from disaster. I suppose this is somewhat true for everyone, but more of a worry as people age. As such, I am wary but unafraid. The so-called coronavirus is not a …
Old Times Come to Me Once More
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, February 21, 2020, 11:20 a.m. Everything I’ve done this morning leads me in the direction of a song. I posted some thoughts on Facebook, and two people noted that it sounded like a song could be written from it. I am thus presently thinking about one. As soon as I finished …
Biscuits, Coffee and Fellowship
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, February 12, 2020, 8:33 p.m. The morning was something of a disaster. I had been up well past midnight, as usual, after writing about the basketball games, Clinton High ones, which represented both the Devil (Red) and the deep, blue sea. The girls’ team won the region championship. The boys finished …
Stormy Thursday
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, February 6, 2020, 1:18 p.m. Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times all pass with the winds … Waylon Jennings had the perfect voice to sing those words. The storms of life keep washing me away. Ditto, Randy Travis. It’s rainin’, rainin’ in my heart. Damned if it hasn’t knocked …
Nightrider's Lament 