Monthly Archives: September 2014

There’s nothing that spreads joy, goodwill and glee quite like a traffic jam. You just want to reach out and hug the drivers of the cars around you. Puppies and kitties. Puppies and kitties. Screw that. You want to kill … Continue reading →

The 1985 Sprayberry Yellow Jacket football team had a slogan “You Gotta Believe.” I think I even had the T-shirt. It was one of the most important things I learned playing football (that and G.A.T.A., but I’ll tell you what … Continue reading →

Most of life’s lessons are in the movie Top Gun. Seriously, Maverick and Goose were high-flying prophets from the 1980s. They roared around in their F-14, teaching scores of lifehacks. “And if you screw up just this much, you’ll be … Continue reading →

Walked over and looked out my old window. I stared at Capitol Towers’ parking garage one last time. I remembered the morning editorial meetings with Sid Salter, David Hampton, Joe White, John Hammack, Eric Stringfellow and Jim Ewing. They’re gone … Continue reading →

Let me be very open and honest here: Being diagnosed with melanoma messed with my head. There really is nothing quite like having your own skin trying to kill you to cause you anxiety. But what really affected me was … Continue reading →

In 2010, I started an afternoon radio show on another radio network. I had no training and no clue what I was doing. With the help of wonderful producers Jim, Captain, Dawn, Andi, Camie and a host of people behind … Continue reading →

Smoke clung to the bottles behind the bar. The young writer gulped his drink. He was throwing a massive pity party. And he was the only one in attendance. An older gentleman with a white beard tended bar. He had … Continue reading →

When I found out former Governor Kirk Fordice had leukemia, I wrote him a note. It said something to the tune of, “As a fellow cancer survivor, I hope you kick this in the butt. I’m thinking and praying for … Continue reading →