Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, July 31, 2019, 12:15 a.m. When last we checked in on Freddy Frost, he and “Horace” were becoming well acquainted. As in the words of Johnny Cash, by way of Shel Silverstein, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and before continuing on to Nashville, after a day of writing in collaboration with …
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Adventures with Freddy, Part 1
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, July 17 2019, 1:15 p.m. I haven't written a short story in quite a while, so I decided to work on this one in installments. This fiction takes place in the not-too-distant future. The idea grew out of my increasing hatred of air travel. For twenty years, I flew in those …
Adventures in Technology, Breathing, and Breathing Technologically
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, July 18, 2019, 11:18 a.m. This is the first blog in a while. I’ve been busy. My home wifi went out, and I couldn’t schedule a technician until Tuesday. While I was spending time at the local library and McDonald’s – two locations conveniently nearby – someone hacked my Facebook account, …
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Back in the Roots of My Raising
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, July 12, 2019, 1:28 p.m. My mother, 79 years young, and I chat on the phone most days. It is my theory that the relation between generations is all mathematic. When I was born, Betty Davis Dutton was not quite 18. When I was 4 and she 22, we were miles …
Independence with a Little ‘i’
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, July 6, 2019, 1:49 p.m. I’ve restrung two guitars this week during the time I could spare from work. I also worked on my next novel on consecutive days for the first time in at least six months. Independence Day gave me some time for independence. I had a few local …
Twilight Gets Comfortable
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, June 7, 2019, 11:49 a.m. Uh, the Red Sox have won four in a row. The Warriors are down. So are the Bruins. Yesterday I asked the governor a few questions. I wrote about a high school graduation. I watched Clemson’s Tiger mascot entertain and pose with elementary-school children. I went …
They’re Only Words, and Words Are All I Have …
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, June 1, 11:39 a.m. A half hour ago, I was trying to catch up on email, text messages, posts, tweets – the bare necessities of life – and I heard NASCAR driver Christopher Bell say his car was “migrating” in the turns. I’m guessing he meant it was “wandering up the …
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Another Sunday in the Living Room with the Television On
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, May 19, 2019, 10:40 a.m. Maybe it’s because part of my job these days is taking pictures. Maybe it’s some sort of introspection that comes with age. Age wasn’t particularly prominent in my mind until I reached 60. Thirty, 40, 50 … they were just numbers. Sixty was the most significant …
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My Own Private Elba
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, May 17, 2019, 10:42 a.m. Realistically, there’s not much else I really want to do. At this point, a bucket list is kind of silly. It would have been worthwhile when I was young. Maybe if I’d decided back then I wanted to go to Venice – or the Knoxville Nationals …
Pick My Fiction Up on Your Way Down
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, May 7, 2019, 12:23 p.m. It would probably be easier to write a song. A song can be quick and clever. A blog requires a bit more wisdom. It has to be more than clever. It’s not as complicated, but there’s more heft in its thoughts. Not that I’m an expert …
Nightrider's Lament 