Getting Your Own Switch

“The loneliest walk of your life—to get your own switch.” Richard Pryor ********** I suppose relating to such a quote would depend on where and when one spent their youth. Perhaps it would apply mostly to little boys running around in their short pants, creating mischief with less brain power than a gnat. Now they’re …

Just Plain Luck

“Hey if it wasn’t for bad luck y’all, Oh, I wouldn’t have no luck at all.” Ray Charles ********** I’ve been thinking about luck while sitting around nursing a gimpy leg from too much weed pulling. I’m having a conference with myself…the kind that leads nowhere but to muddled confusion. In my misery of immobility …

Good People

“He’s good people.” Maybe it’s not the best English, but you’ve heard it said this way if you grew up in almost any small town in the South. And you know what it means. ********** Terry Toole is owner and publisher of my weekly hometown newspaper, The Miller County Liberal. He graciously publishes my Weakly …

Fitting In

We have a new dog. I’m teaching him the finer points of fitting into polite society. It might be easier to teach him to walk on water. I’m over my head either way. His name is Bogey. He’s a hound, thinks he’s human. He rebelled at some other names. Humphrey didn’t suit him, and he …

The End Slices

It’s another Dog Days Saturday in Dixie. Anybody living in the humidity-soaked South knows what this means. Sweat. I’ve been validating this thesis on the back porch, assigned to an ‘attitude evaluation project.’ Women validate their own thesis: men need remedial adjustments early and often. Today is mine. The project is assembling new porch furniture. …

Chewing the Fat

Some idioms never die for good reason. This is one of those. ********** We sit here, four of us, jawboning about nothing much; no wives, no wireless and no worries. We’re just waiting until it’s time for the real thing. We have abandoned the tyranny of urgent, the Trumpian tweets and the daily dose of …

Take Another Bite of the Apple

It’s Friday the 13th, strange things can happen. Clouds swirl, thick and dark. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, rocks split. Stars fall, the moon melts, the sun sets. The Voice roars, “Enough is enough.” Holy Wrath fills the universe. ********** Moses is jolted from sleep, traumatized by recurring dreams of frog plagues. The Voice shouts, “Moses, …