Reflections Of A Gasbag

I’ll be honest I’m going through a faith question. The shootings of the schoolchildren in Uvalde Texas last week has actually shook me and my thoughts about things. Those things being my faith. My Christian faith to be exact. Let me say, I am a gun owner. I have several pistols, shotgun and rifles. I…

I really enjoy my back porch. Rebecca and I sit out here on most summer nights. We talk about the days activities, play with Arlo the monster, listen to some music but lots of evenings we sit in the dark and just listen. It got me to thinking about summer nights in the south and…

2022 is here and when I look at those four numbers it causes me to freak. We are going to be in the year 2022. It sounds so sci-fi ish especially when I look at the date of my birth. In the Chinese calendar this will be the year of the Tiger. The Tiger is…

Thanksgiving 2021. It would be so much easier to write a blog on the negative this Thanksgiving especially as I pull out of the QT after filling up and head to Indian Land SC but I will not. Instead I will be thankful that I have a vehicle that can that can burn the gas…

The alarm went off at five this morning like it has for the last umpteenth years. I got up like I always do, started coffee, turned on the IPad to read about the latest disaster foreign and domestic. That’s when I noticed my middle finger on the left hand one of my bird fingers was…

911 was twenty years ago. I’m trying to let that sink in. 911 was twenty years ago. We all have our memories of that day. Many examples of exactly where I was and what I was doing. Much like when the Kennedy’s and Martin Luther King were killed, the Challenger, John Lennon and the eerie…

We recently added a back porch to our house. Something I have wanted to do for years. I love porches. Some of my fondness memories of growing up took place on a porch. I can remember has a small child going to my great grandpa Rodgers house sitting with him on his porch, watching him…

Today is Father’s Day. A day when we celebrate fathers. It isn’t a sad day, it’s just a day like any other, like Mother’s Day. A day with no meaning. I never really got to know my Dad and I am not a father unless you count a father to wild ass dog. I have…

For people like me who love corn summertime is almost a religious experience. The Silver Queen. It ain’t no boat. It is that wonderful, sweet, white ear of corn goodness. I look forward to it almost like I do a homegrown damata. I have loved corn in almost all its incarnations: on the cob, off…

We took a vacation to “The Keys” this week and unfortunately vacations have to come to an end. When you come down here it’s all about being laid back and it’s a lot of chickens, conch and Hemingway. Ernest Miller Hemingway was an American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, and sportsman. He had a strong influence…