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Just because it is almost Halloween: Here’s the irony. For the first Halloween in anyone’s memory, it will be more frightening to see...

I don’t know if fishing is a metaphor for life or life is a metaphor for fishing. At any rate, I just may be angling for readers. Monster...

I am a “Baby Boomer” and confess to a life made easier by the men and women who endured the Great Depression, went to war, and learned to...

I have never seen a ghost and, frankly don’t believe in them. Nevertheless, I have heard some things. This story is called It was summer...

Time, however, passes whether we like it or not. My twenties came and went with all the dramatic changes that go with them.

I remember the sweetness of early life and the battle scars of boyhood in this story I call: Sweet Potatoes, Look Out Below and Gregg...

Today I broke an essential clause of the Man Code. I took Betty, my mother-in-law, to the hair salon. Even saying “hair salon” feels...

Occasionally, in those minutes before falling asleep, a memory bubbles up from my subconscious and offers a good area to explore in...

Long before we were old enough to drive, our fascination with cars began. By seventh grade, John Morris, Chuck Hancock and I were...

While this may be a little too dramatic, it was, after all, Theater

I try to write stories that are warm and hopefully a little humorous. For this one you might want to bundle up in a coat and hat. This...

In the fourth grade, one of my best friends, Raleigh Bailes, was also on the Fort Mill Elementary School Safety Patrol. Raleigh’s father...

Starting with the family-style ‘50’s to the Rock-n-Roll ’60 to the Anything Goes ‘70’s and ‘80s, The Drive-In Movie Saw it all. I call...

Everyone has special abilities and I discovered mine working with Hill-Yarborough Construction Company. My father and Kenneth Yarborough...

Let’s assume I am composing this week’s quarantine letter on the finest vellum using a 1940’s style fountain pen. “Putting pen to paper”...

As High school seniors, John, Chuck and I spent far too many Friday and Saturday nights checking out girls at the Park In Grill, Hardees...

This week’s story looks to the more recent past when country music was mainstream, social gatherings were casual and for a moment, life...

Dad wanted me to be an athlete. He had been a star on the football team during his senior year at Fort Mill High School. He was so good...