Darrell Huckaby

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DARRELL HUCKABY: In search of the perfect Christmas lights

So it is 2014 and I have yet another chapter to add to the story of the eternal battle between Christmas lights and yours truly — the North Georgia Piedmont’s own Clark Griswold.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Broadway still calls to those with big dreams

I was in New York for my annual Christmas weekend. It is a magical place with all of the hustle and bustle and lights and energy.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Christmas in the classroom used to be a lot more fun

I got together with some old teacher friends last week and we began waxing nostalgic about the good old days—back when teaching was more fun because we had more freedom in the classroom.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Elvis is dead, but this is the next best thing

Did you ever see Elvis live? I did, in the Macon Coliseum, in 1973. I haven’t been impressed by anything since.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Decorating with the warm light of Christmas

The photograph on the front page of this newspaper was stunning. A gorgeous, gigantic Christmas tree standing in the foyer of a home that is offering itself, or being offered by its owner, for an upcoming tour of homes, a custom long rooted in Southern splendor, particularly around the holidays.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Peter Pan still magical after 55 years

Memory is strange commodity and so selective in its nuances. There are incidents in my life of which I have no recollection at all, and yet other happenstances are so indelibly imprinted on my mind that I could never forget them if I lived to be a thousand years old.

DARRELL HUCKABY: When did dining out become so complicated?

I will never forget the first foreign restaurant I frequented. I was 18 and Kevin Price and I went to Tybee Island for a couple of days with my parents. We walked into a pizza parlor across the street from our hotel and ordered what was to be my first pizza pie, and my last for quite some time.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Living life with courage and grace

Warren lived through his ordeal with as much courage and fortitude as anyone I have ever known. A devout Christian, he was at church every week, no matter how bad he might have felt.

DARRELL HUCKABY: How much better would the world be if every boy had a good dad?

So there I was — a week ago — heading south on Milledge Avenue, in Athens. It was a beautiful day and I was looking forward to stress-free weekend in Athenstown. A stress free weekend is one where I don’t have to worry about whether or not my team wins the game.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Recounting blessings during this time of thanks

My favorite column of the year, and the easiest to write, is the one that you are reading right now. Each year as the season of Thanksgiving approaches I realize that my blessings grow exponentially in total disproportion to my years on earth.

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