Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, April 9, 2020, 11:28 a.m. If the country is pulling together, you can’t prove it by Facebook. I’ll stop blaming President Twitter when he stops blaming everyone else. The best reason to watch replays of old sporting events is that at least it’s sports. The worst thing is that everyone knows …
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Mastodons Run Amok
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, March 30, 2020, 7:45 p.m. When I read Don Quixote, I found it astonishing to learn that the art of comedy had not notably advanced in over four centuries. Salman Rushdie’s Quichotte takes Miguel de Cervantes forward and adds levels that would not have been structurally feasible in 1616, when the …
The Age of Chicken Little
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, …
The Horse Ain’t High No More
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, March 19, 2020, 9:23 a.m. There’s nothing wrong with feeling sorry, but there’s no purpose in feeling sorry for ourselves. Things are tough all over. Everyone’s got a tale of woe. Everyone’s got someone to blame. Stop it. We’ve got the right to lash out at who or what is the …
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 …
Old Times Come to Me Once More
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, February 21, 2020, 11:20 a.m. Everything I’ve done this morning leads me in the direction of a song. I posted some thoughts on Facebook, and two people noted that it sounded like a song could be written from it. I am thus presently thinking about one. As soon as I finished …
Biscuits, Coffee and Fellowship
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, February 12, 2020, 8:33 p.m. The morning was something of a disaster. I had been up well past midnight, as usual, after writing about the basketball games, Clinton High ones, which represented both the Devil (Red) and the deep, blue sea. The girls’ team won the region championship. The boys finished …
Stormy Thursday
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, February 6, 2020, 1:18 p.m. Storms never last, do they, baby? Bad times all pass with the winds … Waylon Jennings had the perfect voice to sing those words. The storms of life keep washing me away. Ditto, Randy Travis. It’s rainin’, rainin’ in my heart. Damned if it hasn’t knocked …
A Quiet Man of Radio
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 30, 2020, 2:06 p.m. Bill Hogan had the same approach to broadcasting that I applied to scoring baseball games. I always tried to play it straight and be fair to both teams, not just the home one. Because I saw that team every night, I figured I would be slightly …
Rivulets of Racing
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, January 26, 2020, 11:21 a.m. Two characteristics, thoughtfulness and dread, characterize my awakenings. Arriving to consciousness is shortly followed by coffee and medication, and it usually makes me think. That’s why I’ve gotten in the habit of posting on Facebook each morning and writing a blog when I’ve got time and …
