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A Weary Saturday with Ballgames on

On November 2, 2019November 2, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

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 …

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It’s Only Words, and Words Are All I Have …

On October 31, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

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

On October 23, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

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 …

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Monday Morning Coming Down

On October 21, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

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 …

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The Heat Is On … in Every Way

On October 4, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, October 4, 2017, 12:06 p.m. The forecast says the heat wave is ending tonight. It might rain late next week. Actually, it might rain a little tonight, hopefully not when I’m walking the sideline of a high school football game. Three weeks ago, it didn’t rain in Simpsonville, but nearby lightning …

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Friday the 13th and Beyond

On September 17, 2019September 17, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, September 17, 2019, 12:49 p.m. One of the small attributes that has grown within me as I’ve aged is an attempt to minimize the effect of superstition in my life. This sort of began with research for my third novel, Crazy of Natural Causes (2015). The story of Chance Benford required …

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Storm Roulette

On September 3, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

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? …

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It’s the Week of the Big Ballgame

On August 30, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, August 30, 2019, 12:02 p.m. Thursday evening was a matter of logistics. The Clinton High School cross country team left Wilder Stadium with the “game ball” for Friday’s rivalry at Laurens. They passed it to the Laurens harriers about halfway up U.S. 76; then they boarded the bus that had been …

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Back in the Roots of My Raising

On July 12, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

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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Independence with a Little ‘i’

On July 6, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

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 …

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