Category Archives: Writing

The University of Tennessee’s student center was old when I went to school there. And I’m old.  Soon, it will be torn down and replaced with a new one that is bigger and better. I love the old UT student … Continue reading →

Fall’s cool breath blew across the mighty oak. Its colorful leaves now covered the Hill’s sacred ground with a warm, brown blanket.  Jimmy Barnfield listened as his steps crunched toward the oak.  Thomas Wolfe said you can’t go home again. … Continue reading →

Fall greeted all five of the man’s senses. The air was (finally) cool to the touch. He could taste the sweet apples from the local orchard. He could hear the crunch of the fallen leaves under his feet. He could … Continue reading →

She had a picture of the Grand Canyon hanging over her desk.   It was huge, taking up most of her office wall. On a table beneath it were pictures of her family and a few other photos from her … Continue reading →

Where the fog met his self-doubt, there was a counterclockwise swirl of hopelessness and gloom. He sat in his empty office building, looking out at the gray world.  Papers were strewn everywhere on his desk; it had the air of … Continue reading →

A light breeze greeted the hunter on the opening day of Deer Season. It was right before dawn and the Sun had painted the Eastern sky with streaks of purple, pink, orange and yellow.  The caffeine from his morning coffee … Continue reading →

I went to Washington D.C. last October and was afraid to drink the water.  Apparently something causes people up there to lose touch with reality.  The reality of the average American who’s trying to weather this economic storm. I understand … Continue reading →

It was late in the evening and the dog would have licked himself, but thanks to the vet and Bob Barker, that would have required a trip to the town dump to do so. “Spay and neuter my fuzzy butt,” … Continue reading →

It had been a two-hour flight but it seemed much longer. Apparently airline seats were designed by grumpy sadists, the weary traveler thought. Or at least small ones. He was 6’2″ and wished he was about three-feet tall. Crumpled into … Continue reading →