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Billy Barron always seemed to have a great secret to tell. One of my favorite times with Billy was a night when he and his wife Patty...

This Back Window Blog is all about the ups and downs we all experience. Maybe there is more to this story than just clearing the bar....

Let’s talk about the soundtrack of our lives. There are, I am told, people for whom music is just part of the background. These, I...

There was a time, long ago, when dodgeball was a blood sport, “when walk it off!” was a coach’s standard cure for injuries and when Mrs....

or Move back from that screen! You’ll go blind! Yesterday I began writing what I thought would be this week’s episode. I was about a...

It is mid-summer of 1961 and standing outside the Fort Mill Golf Course Clubhouse, I have lots to think about. In August I will start...

This episode marks one year of writing, recording and editing my Back Window podcasts and this is the thirty-seventh episode. I began...

Houses are popping up like Whack-a-Moles all over my hometown but none break my heart like the ones covering the grounds of my Alma...

I am of the generation whose Mommas made casseroles. I grew up when covered dish dinners on the church lawn were regular events As an...

Lots of sugar is as critical to a good peach as it is to a Drive-In movie date. I am an experienced peach vendor. I don’t have a degree...

It was the last bell of the last day and and our shouts rang throughout Central School. The month was June, the temperatures were...

Let’s do a little experiment today. Gather twenty-five of your acquaintances and put them in folding chairs in the biggest room in your...

In that time between holidays, when the delight of Christmas has come and gone and the hope of the New Year has not yet arrived, I find...

Let me begin this podcast by saying that this is my Christmas card to you. Some of you have spent most of a year listening to me tell...

Thanksgiving for the Hill family was a Rockwell painting come to life…Sort of. There was the time a candle fell over and set the table...

November is the time of Thanksgiving. It is a reminder to pause from the pressure to constantly move forward and to reflect on the good...

In 1959, my father bought his first brand new car. I was eleven and car buying was still a man’s domain so he took me with him. There...