
Lessons from My 74th
Over most of my life, I have been learning how to be a storyteller. Storytelling is not a gift only conferred by the Almighty on a few unique folks who… Read more Lessons from My 74th →
Over most of my life, I have been learning how to be a storyteller. Storytelling is not a gift only conferred by the Almighty on a few unique folks who… Read more Lessons from My 74th →
The essay below is reprinted with permission fromLimitless Magazine, November 2020 (https://issuu.com/lakenormancurrents/docs/limitless_1120?fr=sZTNiYzczNDQ) __________ My wife and I took a different route to the Charlotte area than most inhabitants of the queendom. We didn’t flow in a torrent downward; we trickled up, a state at a time, from our family homes in south Alabama. My wife and I were born, bred, raised, and remain influenced by South Alabama more than any other single place in our lives. To us, the Holiday Season begins with Thanksgiving—my personal favorite—and carries over to college bowl… Read more Holidays with a Southern Exposure →
On Monday morning this week, I watched the CBS Morning News on CBS with three hosts that I enjoy because they are generally fair-minded. Gayle King, who I think I could sit down… Read more Double Entrendre →
A few days ago, things almost returned to normal for me. Eight friends and relatives traveled to Hopedale, Louisiana, for two days of inshore fishing. We drove to a portion of Louisiana… Read more Almost Normal →
Last week I posted an essay, Dad, Am I a Redneck? The story’s gist was about my oldest son’s quest to out-Redneck a work colleague, John, from Vermont. With pictures from his Mother’s… Read more I AM a Redneck! →
A few days ago, my oldest son in Atlanta texted me, and the following, mostly genuine phone-text conversation ensued. __________ “Dad, when you get a chance…see if you can dig… Read more Dad, Am I A Redneck? →
The story of the Bluepoint began with oysters in Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay. In its heyday the Chesapeake was oyster heaven. It is said that in the 1600s, its oysters were so abundant… Read more Call of the Woods: The Bluepoint →
As I worked on restoring the mahogany coffee table, I spoke almost daily with my brother. He was giving a dining table that had sat under a covered patio since… Read more Call of the Woods: The Signature →