Monthly Archives: November 2016

The Ole Smoky Candy Kitchen is one of those bookends of my life. Located in the middle of downtown Gatlinburg, it makes the best homemade taffy. My four grandparents (I won that lottery) would take me to Gatlinburg every summer. … Continue reading →

When I moved here, I had a non-county specific weather radio. If a cow farted in Port Gibson, it would go off — and my blood pressure would go up with it. I’m not a big fan of tornadoes. I … Continue reading →

Today, something will happen that has not happened in a long, long time. A mysterious mind-controlling liquid will fall from the sky. This liquid will make people forget how to drive. It will cause cars to bump into each other. … Continue reading →

At mile 10.5 of my run this morning, I turned the corner and headed toward the house. I smelled natural gas. “It’s not our house,” I thought, “I’m about nine houses away.” I turned another corner and heard a waterfall. … Continue reading →

Thanksgiving is the one holiday that should be celebrated more than one day a year. In fact, I’d say it should be celebrated 365 days of year. Now I’d suggest it would be nice to have Christmas 365 days a … Continue reading →

To mark my 20th year of being a cartoonist in Mississippi, I thought I’d dig out 20 tales from the past two decades. Some are funny. Some are serious. All tell the story of how I came to fall in … Continue reading →

I’ve watched Paul Lacoste’s faith grow stronger as his body became broken. Surgery after surgery for an infection brought on by the effects of West Nile took their toll. Then, as the battle for the infection started turning the tide, … Continue reading →