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 …
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Why the Paladin Roams
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, November 10, 2019, 9:17 a.m. The best part of writing is the random observations along the way. I get more from bumping into someone on a sideline – not literally; the last time that happened, a guy on the chain crew backpedaled faster than I and stepped on my foot, and …
A Tale of Women Destined to Be Ahead of their Time
Clinton, South Carolina, November 6, 2019, 9:56 p.m. I’ve read my share of books about World War II. I’ve read tales of combat and espionage, not to mention bios of Roosevelt, Churchill, and MacArthur. I try to fill in the gaps of my knowledge. I didn’t know a lot about the Eastern Front of Europe, …
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A Weary Saturday with Ballgames on
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 …
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 …
Monday Morning Coming Down
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, October 21, 2019, 12:57 p.m. Let’s just say I’ve been in a pensive mood since I got home from Greenville Saturday. It was windy and rainy enough at Furman for me to feel cold all night, and the football game was even colder. By this morning, I was down to one …
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 …
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 …
Taking Ball Four a Second Time
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, October 13, 2019, 12:19 p.m. Let me begin with two reasons why this book review should be better. I like to write a review when the book is fresh in my mind. I like to finish the last page and start a review. The hectic nature of my life these days …
Nightrider's Lament 