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One of the Books I Wrote

On May 8, 2014May 8, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn BooksLeave a comment

Why did I write The Intangibles? The first motivation was that I wanted to communicate what it was really like in the South when schools were integrated. In the midst of problems we face as a society today, I wanted to provide some perspective into the times that molded the parents – and even the …

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Latest Tale of the Wild, Wild South

On February 10, 2014February 10, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn Politics4 Comments

I do a lot of sighing lately. It’s against the law, at least in most places, to smoke in bars. I’m okay with that. There’s a part of me that thinks it’s sort of strange that, in a place people come to drink, they can’t smoke. I’m sort of a “life is fatal” adherent. I …

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Greatness Does Not Require Perfection

On December 7, 2013December 8, 2013 By wastedpilgrimIn PoliticsLeave a comment

Nelson Mandela is dead. That’s okay. He was 95. He lived a legend, transformed a country, spent 27 years in a prison and emerged triumphant from it all. There’s no need for undue sorrow. Nor is their need for undue bigotry. A South Carolina sheriff refused to lower the American flag to half mast because, …

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