Category Archives: Writing

As it flows past Natchez, the Mississippi River shapes the land that tries to hold it in check. As I stood on the bluff watching the river, I thought I how much history the Old Man had seen. And I … Continue reading →

Three hours on the air is a long time. But not on that crazy day. That radio show was a blur because of one tornado warning after another. The weather was like a chain-smoker flicking lit cigarettes into a fireworks … Continue reading →

It’s healing to wash your car. I’m not talking about running it through the car wash. I mean washing it by hand, with a towel, sponge, bucket and hose. It’s taking the time to the time and vacuum it out, … Continue reading →

The chairs were empty and the crowd had long since gone. The final touches were being done on the banquet cleanup as I was getting ready to load my boxes into my car. Another successful speech given. Time to head … Continue reading →

“For we are always what our situations hand us.” Billy Joel from the song, Summer, Highland Falls. So Marshall, how was today’s workout? It sucked. Thanks for asking. Not that it was particularly hard. This is the last of 12 … Continue reading →

As water crashed over my face, I thought, “I can’t die on Good Friday — Amy will kill me!” My life didn’t rush before my eyes, but a whole heck of a lot of water did. I was facing a … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, I was presented with the rather crappy task of running while carrying Mr. 25 lb. Weight. Some of the time, I even had to hold him over my head. There were moments when I thought, “I … Continue reading →