Highway 11 was the back fence of my small world, the northernmost boundary of my known universe. It wasn’t much to look at — a black two-laner bordered by peach orchards, pine […]
Boiling Springs High School was the newest, cleanest building in town.
“I’m not driving to Colorado every time your grandfather decides he’s dying,” my father muttered.
My goal as a kid was to get my hands on as much music as possible. I recorded The King Biscuit Flour Hour whenever I found it on the FM dial. When […]
“Stop it!! Mama, make him stop it.”
(Note: This was originally posted in 2011 in the wake of a horrific crash at the Reno Air Races.)
I don’t know why my mother thought that I would enjoy Summer Science Camp, but it meant two weeks living in the Clemson University dorms so I was game. She dropped me […]
(This list dates from sometime in 2015. I’d much rather repost it under more pleasant circumstances, but what can you do.)
Foreigner is one of those tragic victims of the Keyboard Eighties. Why so many Sixties and Seventies survivors felt the need to change what worked for them escapes me. I blame some […]
Ninth grade was a very strange time. I was a member of The Guys In Black Tee Shirts Who Jam, but I wasn’t hardcore enough for Prevo, or prevocational school. I played […]