15,000 Visitors!

Well, friends, it happened.  Another milestone for the meager blog of a mediocre writer trying to pretend he is otherwise.  I think I actually owe much of the recent success to Jacob's additions to the blog which have become unusually popular - especially during school hours and even more so when Jacob has his computer … Continue reading 15,000 Visitors!

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The Spartans*

True to form, my old college roommate has always recruited me to participate in shenanigans that I would otherwise remain oblivious to. There's the helicopter ride, which stunk profusely because I'm afraid of heights.  Then the bungee jump, which also stunk because… uhm, I'm afraid of heights. After several years, I began to realize that … Continue reading The Spartans*

The camper

I am not exactly Grizzly Adams.  With my minimal camping expertise, even modest adversity makes things . . . well, challenging. We recently toured the “Domes and Dripstones” of Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, a truly amazing place.  The beauty arising from our mountain heights is rivaled there by the silent depths of an expansive cave … Continue reading The camper

This is not your father’s coin collection

Well, I have picked up a new hobby:  Coin collecting. It might not be exactly what you think, though. Sure, I have the state quarter sets tucked away for my grandkids someday and a nearly complete wheat penny collection minus a few of the rarest, such as the particularly elusive 1943-S copper Lincoln wheat penny, … Continue reading This is not your father’s coin collection

A tiny zombie apocalypse*

Well, folks, it appears the zombie apocalypse has arrived. Don't believe me?  Just look out your windows around 7:30 any weekday morning and you will see the horde, lumbering along semi-conscious and brain-starved. Of course, I am referring to school starting back and the onslaught of tiny, backpacked humans with glazed-over eyes struggling down the sidewalks … Continue reading A tiny zombie apocalypse*

A little more blues than just Highway 40’s

My wife periodically recounts to me the first time she ever saw Dolly Parton in person.  A young gal from rural Mississippi, she stood in front of Shoney’s on the Parkway in Pigeon Forge for a Dollywood opening day parade.  Her 3-year-old daughter twirled at her feet in her new “’Lil Dolly” lacy dress and … Continue reading A little more blues than just Highway 40’s