They’re Only Words, and Words Are All I Have …

Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, June 1, 11:39 a.m. A half hour ago, I was trying to catch up on email, text messages, posts, tweets – the bare necessities of life – and I heard NASCAR driver Christopher Bell say his car was “migrating” in the turns. I’m guessing he meant it was “wandering up the …

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Another Sunday in the Living Room with the Television On

Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, May 19, 2019, 10:40 a.m. Maybe it’s because part of my job these days is taking pictures. Maybe it’s some sort of introspection that comes with age. Age wasn’t particularly prominent in my mind until I reached 60. Thirty, 40, 50 … they were just numbers. Sixty was the most significant …

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I Don’t Know, but I’ve Heard Say, that Every Little Dog Has His Day

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, May 2, 2019, 8:32 a.m. Every dog has his day. Even the athletes with the most modest of skills – me, for instance, back in the distance when I tried to be one – have the occasional moment of glory. The proudest of my memories involve the accomplishments of teams for …

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