The Wreck of an Edmund Fitzgerald

Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, October 20, 2019, 8:32 a.m. The Citadel looked exactly the way The Citadel ought to look. They wore plain, white uniforms without any noteworthy stripes. The numbers were light blue without trim or shadowing. The helmets had block C’s on the sides. The Bulldogs wore uniforms like this when Bobby Ross …

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Winning Isn’t Everything, but It Beats Whatever Ranks Second

Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, September 22, 2019, 1:06 p.m. The first NFL game just came on. Falcons at the Colts. Oh, bother. The game’s going to be background noise. I’ll likely watch the IndyCar race. Laguna Seca is as cool as its name. I’m going to watch the next Country Music installment tonight. It’s about …

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Adventures with Freddy, Part 3

Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, August 11, 2019, 2:45 p.m. In Part Three, suspicion begins to intrude on the traveling camaraderie between the driverless SUV “Freddy” and the passenger “Horace.” It felt odd to become friends with a machine, but Freddy and I were getting along famously. We traveled all the way to Oregon and back, …

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