Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, June 14, 2017, 9:56 a.m. I don’t know what to write. I’m just trying because I find it therapeutic. When nothing makes sense, and I need it to, I just write. With a little luck, it turns into a blog. Either that, or I play guitar a while. The point at …
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Sometimes I Feel All by Myself
Clinton, South Carolina, June 13, 2017, 2:46 p.m. Donald Trump has changed my life. To some extent, all presidents do. Normally, the sheriff has more to do with a person’s day-to-day life than the president, especially in a rural county, but President Trump has turned me inside-out. I’m not referring to Russians, health care, golf, …
The Sun Is Out, the Sky Is Blue … I’m in the House
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, June 3, 2017, 9:46 a.m. Sometimes I get up, and lesser aspects of life greet me, all at once. Everything seems mildly absurd. It doesn’t hurt, occasionally, to recognize this. Absurdity is on the rise. What Republicans believe about the planet, I believe about the absurdity. Just gotta let it run …
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Oh, I’m Looking at the World from a Press Box … Again
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, May 30, 2017, 12:05 p.m. I’m not at Charlotte Motor Speedway. I’m not on a four-lane highway. Hell, Memorial Day is even over. If you’re tired, is it a mild coma? Are there degrees of comatosity? Is comatosity a word? It is momentarily. Charlotte for the NASCAR races was only four …
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Another Stupid Blog about Me
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, May 15, 2017, 9:36 a.m. In the slug above, originally the time was 7:48. Then 8:39. Then 9:07. I used to write blogs as a means of working my way into a mood conducive to writing fiction. Now I go straight to fiction (as opposed to video) because I can’t come up with …
The Mystery Immerses
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, May 12, 2017, 9:43 a.m. Many readers – okay, at least one – have comfortable refuges and guilty pleasures. Read something heavy – a bulky bio, a literary classic, an historical tome – and then scurry back to relaxing, reliable delight. It might be a comedy – a Carl Hiaasen or …
A Nice Race Story and a Nice Review of a Racing Novel
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, May 8, 2017, 10:15 a.m. Lots of times, when I’m watching a NASCAR race on television, I think of the early scenes of Days of Thunder, when Harry Hogge is back in North Carolina, on his tractor, while the Daytona 500 is taking place. I’m not sure what occupied Harry with …
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Little Things Mean … a Little
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, May 4, 2017, 9:49 a.m. The world has changed in significant ways across the span of my lifetime. Today I’ve decided to write about the insignificant ways. Significance is too intimidating for this day. No one whose cell has service needs “whatever happened to …?” stories anymore. Just yesterday I looked …
As The Salesman Says, You Can’t Afford Not To …
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, April 28, 2017, 11:15 a.m. I spend a lot of time writing, and I spend another considerable chunk writing about how you need to read … my writing. Tell my whyyyyyy, whyyyy, why, why, why! Whyyyyyy, why should you read my boooooks? Among the reasons is I have expenses. I have …
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Sittin’ Around, Feelin’ Groovy
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, April 19, 2017, 9:33 a.m. It seems as if life is back to normal. For instance, take now. This Is Spinal Tap is on TV. I switched over from The Andy Griffith Show (how’s that for contrast?). The writing of Lightning in a Bottle both strained and inspired me for three …
Nightrider's Lament 