Ain’t No More

Ain’t No More

When I was a teenager, I would watch football every Sunday with my Dad. Mostly the New Orleans Saints, as they are the team from my home state. In 1980 they lost their first 14 games, prompting a local sportscaster “Buddy D” to influence Saints fans to...
Go Big Orange

Go Big Orange

My son is a freshman at the University of Tennessee. If you’ve been on any sort of social media in the past couple of weeks, you’ve likely heard about the young boy from Florida who had his homemade University of Tennessee t-shirt made fun of. The boy told the story...
No One Told Me About the Mascara on My Face

No One Told Me About the Mascara on My Face

A few months back, I decided it was time to get my annual flu shot, so I headed to the pharmacy. I quickly got the shot, chatted with briefly with the pharmacist, then headed to my car. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, so I sat in my car for a few minutes and...
It Wasn’t Boring After All

It Wasn’t Boring After All

A few months ago, I settled back in my seat for the long series of (boring) speeches. High school graduation! The principal, valedictorian, salutatorian, and the superintendent of schools had all prepared words for this special day. The superintendent of schools had...
The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builder

He would leave very early in the morning saying he was going out for a newspaper. A few hours and cups of coffee later, my dad would return not only with the paper, but with stories far more interesting than the ones in print. On his early morning journeys, he would...