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, …
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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 …
The Overlooked Crisis Is within Us
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, January 1, 2020, 8:48 a.m. Most mornings I awaken thoughtful. This is, in part, because there is no sports on TV yet. I’ve thought about capitalism a lot lately, but it’s not really capitalism because I don’t completely mean the economic angle, and, I think, to be accurate, there is no …
Death Occurs Every Day, but We Think about It at Year’s End
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, December 30, 2019, 9:16 a.m. I have no use for resolutions. I hereby resolve to do in 2020 what I always do, most of which is write, but I also plan to keep myself pacified with my guitar and Kindle. So there. Good to get that out of the way. It’s …
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Easily Mistaken for the Mystical
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, December 23, 2019, 1:17 p.m. Most bad things have good sides, and vice-versa. For a solid week, I have been sick. I’ve been getting better through the weekend. I’m close to well, though my throat is full of congestion and I don’t feel like yodeling. Last week, when I had to …
Last Days of Pompeii
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, December 18, 2019, 3:24 p.m. Everyone gets sick every now and then. I don’t get sick often. The last time was 14 months ago. I’ve reached the age at which I realize that disaster is never more than a single malevolent germ away. Last night it was hard for me to …
Things I Wish Somebody Else Would Say
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, November 23, 2019, 10:01 a.m.. A frustration of mine is wishing people would say what I would. Whether it’s a presidential debate, or a stock car race, or a sitcom, I can’t understand why people with a voice don’t use it the way I would. For instance, I don’t find President …
It’s Only Words, and Words Are All I Have …
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, October 31, 2019, 9:30 a.m. I try not to hate, but from time to time, I have to ask forgiveness over things such as New York Yankees. It’s not as bad to hate things as it is to hate people. For instance, I hate a lot of words. Utilize. In all …
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Writers Need Love, Too
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, October 23, 2019, 9:22 a.m. It’s going to be one of those days, crashing down on another one like white water over rocks. Seldom is it good when one notices that the answering machine is beeping at the crack of dawn. I seldom was called a moron before Trump got elected …
Can’t Help Myself
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, October 17, 2019, 12:36 p.m. I am reminded this morning of the line of actor Jeff Goldblum in The Big Chill. It was something to the effect of … aw, hell, I’m a journalist, let me look it up: Michael: I don't know anyone who could get through the day without …
Nightrider's Lament 