Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, November 8, 2018, 1:14 p.m. So much is going on that I can’t decide what to write. I’m suffering from information overload. I’m drowning. Either that or I’ve fallen and I can’t get up. It’s impossible to keep up. With politics. With technology. With violence. With anger. Do this. Don’t do …
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Such an Unlikely Venue for a Descent into Hell
Woe be unto those unfortunate souls who live on Honeysuckle Lane. It appears to be like any other middle-class neighborhood, this one located outside Dublin. The people there have secrets, most of which are just those that might appear familiar to you and me. A man is hiding a gambling addiction. A woman is bored with …
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Dirty Southside Jam, by James Wayland
This is the second of James Wayland’s novels I’ve reviewed. He shipped me two of his. I shipped him two of mine. Neither of us is under any agreement to be unduly kind. I don’t think insincere, sugar-coated reviews do any good because, as a general rule, they ring false. I enjoyed both of James’ …
One of the Books I Wrote
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 …
Going to Hell or Maybe Not
It’s so hard to find some balance. The world is changing with such swiftness that it’s hard to discern whether or not the balance is positive. For instance, does the playing of violent video games lead kids to grow up more violent? In a way, it’s nothing new. When I was a kid, we played …
Greatness Does Not Require Perfection
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, …
Nightrider's Lament 