Category Archives: Writing

A few rambling thoughts in no particular order: 1. The utility companies are once again doing a great job. OK, I am biased. My power stayed on. But you really don’t know what a big deal that is to me. … Continue reading →

In 1973, Atlanta had one of its worst ice storms on record. Up to five inches of ice covered everything with a thick coating of glaze. It knocked down power lines and pine trees alike.  Some parts of my suburban … Continue reading →

As I write this, the Hurricane Issac is hammering the Gulf Coast and dumping rain on South Mississippi.  Here in Central Mississippi, we watch and wait, wondering if and when we’ll get the rain.  My hurricane preparations are ready. I … Continue reading →

“I bet you are carving your name and phone number in my back.” “I hope I have a melanoma on the other side so I can get rid of my love handles.” “Could you give me a chin while you’re … Continue reading →

Just a few things you’ll need in your “Hurricane Isaac Survival Kit:” 1. Water: Unless you are Kevin Costner in Waterworld and can drink your own pee, you need a gallon of water per person per day. Or something like … Continue reading →

Feel that burning sensation? I do. It’s our scars. Those deep, ugly ones we received seven years ago when Hurricane Katrina blasted ashore. Recovery is a funny word.  It means getting back to normal.  Yeah right, “normal.”  We didn’t go … Continue reading →

So the United State Anti-Doping Agency (USADA) finally caught its white whale. The anti-doping agency has pursued seven-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong with Captain Ahab-like persistence; and last night, Armstrong cried uncle. While he still denies he cheated, … Continue reading →

I was leaving Oxford on that crisp fall evening.  The whole world was at Ole Miss to cover the Presidential Debate; and I was heading away from the center of the media-hype universe.  The sky was blue and traffic was … Continue reading →

From my upcoming short story book, Fried Chicken & Wine and in honor of football season. First Quarter: The father led his son by the hand. When they emerged from the dark tunnel into the vast football stadium, the little … Continue reading →

I’m a metaphor kind of guy. Maybe it is because I’ve used visual metaphors  in my cartoons for years. I love how one thing can be used to effectively explain something way more complex.  And one of my favorite metaphors … Continue reading →