I found myself right in the middle of a rare 10-day stint at home Friday and found it impossible to ignore, any longer, my lovely wife Lisa’s extensive honey-do list.
You have to be careful how you greet people, especially people who are a little long in the tooth.
“Have you forgotten how it felt that day, to see your homeland under fire, and her people blown away? Have you forgotten when those towers fell? We had neighbors still inside going thru a living hell.”
Mornings are my favorite time of day. Always have been.
Vince Dooley turned 82 on Thursday. I know. Hard to believe, isn’t it. Especially since his beautiful wife, Barbara, can’t be a day over 39 — four children and 11 grandchildren notwithstanding.
Swimming in the warm clear golden waters of the Atlantic Ocean, especially along the Crescent Beach section of North Myrtle Beach, is good for the soul. I have stolen a couple or three days from summer’s end to make a quick trip here.
It was a small blurb on the back page of an online publication I was reading. A kid had been injured in a high school football game down in Florida. It was actually the head coach’s son.
I am thankful for Dan Magill. I have written this sentence into every Thanksgiving column I’ve penned for as long as my memory serves me. I meant in every time.
Michael Brown. We have all heard the name. We have all seen the footage. We all have our own opinions about whether he was or was not a thief, whether he did or did not deserve to die, whether he was or was not a victim of police brutality and racial profiling.
College football kicks off in less than a week, but the new College Football Hall of Fame brings the feeling of the season all year long.