"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, December 26, 2019, 11:35 a.m. Who am I kidding? I need to write. I don’t know what, but I know I need to write something. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life, but I’ve never bought insurance from a gekko or an emu. Or a cartoon general driving a red …
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Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, November 11, 2019, 9:51 a.m. Most mornings, I get up, put some coffee on, plug in the cell to recharge, take some medication, and retire to the facilities. Then I return, sit down and arm the laptop (okay, sign on), let the coffee cool a bit, and check the morning email …
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, November 2, 3:50 p.m. I don’t get out much. The last time I spent a night in a motel room was in March. My road trips are to places like Piedmont (twice!), Simpsonville, and Greer, where the Piedmont Municipal Power Agency resides. A commute to Greenville after four hours’ sleep is …
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 …
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 …
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, October 7, 1019, 9:38 a.m. This blog is an intangible. I derive no tangible income from it. I hope it has some promotional value, but mainly I write it to get things off my chest. It’s therapeutic in its way. Sometimes it’s a warm-up, like playing scales, I guess, if I …
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, October 1, 1:10 p.m. I had to write about Ken Burns’ Country Music series of documentaries, which ran their course last week. I just haven’t had the time until now. I love them all, but Country Music is right down Broadway, the one in Nashville where I have spent many hours. …
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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Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, September 3, 2019, 9:49 a.m. The times, they are a-changing. No, I don’t mean the technological age. The focus is much smaller. A hurricane is headed, well, not exactly this way, but close enough to fret. At the moment, my uncertainty is narrow in focus. For instance, where will I be? …
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 …
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