Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, February 25, 2018, 11:17 a.m. For twenty years, while I was writing about NASCAR, I didn't see a lot of women's basketball. Many times, people said to me, "You'd be amazed at how much better it is," and I'd say, "Well, probably so," without much commitment to delving into the matter. …
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Just Can’t Wait to Get on the Road Again
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, February 14, 2018, 12:03 p.m. As the Statler Brothers used to sing, don't tell me I've nothing to do. As I peruse events in faraway Daytona Beach, I've been busying myself writing about local matters. At the monthly meeting of the Laurens Commission of Public Works, a dozen or so citizens …
Playing Music Through the Years
It all started with a book, my last non-fiction to date. As I traveled around the country, writing about NASCAR, I started doing interviews with favorite musicians on the side. Robert Earl Keen in Newberry, S.C.; Tom Russell in Berkeley, Calif.; Pat Green in New Braunfels, Texas; James McMurtry, and Slaid Cleaves in Austin, Texas; …
Las Vegas from Back Here
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, October 2, 2017, 12:48 p.m. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a large-scale music festival. Thanks to friends in Texas, I’ve been to lots of small-scale music festivals, but, mostly, I’ve watched favorite musicians, barely known to most of my friends, at auditoriums, converted movie theaters, and the …
Another Weekend that Was
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, September 17, 2017, 10:55 a.m. Every weekend has its ups and downs. This one isn’t over. NASCAR begins its playoffs today. Formula One’s Singapore Night Race was on when I got up this morning. The National “Buh-buh-buh-BUH!” Football League is on all day and night. The Red Sox are in St. …
I’d Batten Down the Hatches if I Had Any
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, September 7, 2017, 12:15 p.m. A week ago, a large chunk of Texas, which itself is a large chunk, caught the largest amount of rain ever recorded on the continent. Now the most powerful Atlantic hurricane ever is curving toward, eventually, here. How many “once-in-a-thousand-years storms” are going to have to …
Oh, I’m Looking at the World from a Press Box … Again
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, May 30, 2017, 12:05 p.m. I’m not at Charlotte Motor Speedway. I’m not on a four-lane highway. Hell, Memorial Day is even over. If you’re tired, is it a mild coma? Are there degrees of comatosity? Is comatosity a word? It is momentarily. Charlotte for the NASCAR races was only four …
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Something About Nothing, or, Some Things About No Things
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, February 14, 2017, 11:45 a.m. It’s closing in on noon, and my chief accomplishment is half-watching Polly Bergen play the first woman president in a movie made in 1964. Also, I prepared and consumed breakfast, and delved deeply into the latest doings of Twitter and Facebook. As is the case 99 …
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I’ve Gotta Travel On
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 26, 2017, 9:19 p.m. I haven’t spent a night away from home since last May, which is probably the longest stretch of my entire life. That’s going to change. I’m taking off. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Probably in a few days. Could be, oh, Sunday, or Monday, …
Irony and Amusement
It was bound to be an interesting day. The first sign was when I put on some coffee and turned on the TV. A local news, uh, person was talking about the terrorist attacks in France and said that, in January, a terrorist attack killed "Charlie Hebdo and 11 others." How could a person whose …
Nightrider's Lament 