It saddens me to report that the country adage, "them that has, gets," is alive and well in Franklin. I'm referring to the news reports that a nesting pair of bald eagles, our national bird, has taken up residence in our fair city.
About 1940, the country was beginning to emerge from the Depression, and the tall poles bearing electric wires were marching deeper into the rural areas of the country.
Dora turned to me and said, "I can't walk through our living room anymore without stepping on stacks of papers." I was immediately concerned about my friend's safety.
Henry Kissinger, Jerry Orbach, County Kerry, capers. This is my mantra to assure myself that I'm not afflicted with "the ol' timers." There's one more, but I can't remember what it is.
My bucket list seems more like a sand pail. A friend sent a broadcast e-mail of his summer in a wisteria-draped villetta he rented in Tuscany from which he pedals out for two-day bike rides in the countryside. That's a bucket.
Another life suddenly cut short! Whether it happens on the news or in your family, we feel a sadness for the untoward violence, accident, or disease.
What is it about the passing of years that gives us a love/hate approach to life? We talk about aging as a derogatory term, but isn't living longer a wonderful chance to truly embrace life to its fullest?
For those of us growing up in the rural South in the 1930s and 40s, radio was our window to the outside world. Radio transported us to any place in the world because it forced us to use our imagination.
My writing folder seems to collect a lot of fragments - things that don't quite fit any particular place. I suppose it's something like the odd pieces of cloth a tailor is left with after he gets through making a suit.
"I showed my book to a friend at FiftyForward Donelson Station. She wanted to buy a copy!" Marion Mingle was surprised, flattered and, instead of selling, loaned the copy of her own life story, "Growing Up in Glasgow: A Conversation Between Two Sisters."
Something soul satisfying about the simplicity of having a catch - not to be confused with playing catch.
I'm waiting for my flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles when I catch a familiar face gliding by. "Hmmm. No, can't be." Then I hear his voice.
Children are unpredictable, to say the least. They are especially unpredictable in situations which they do not face on a regular basis. Church can be one of these.
My title for this piece reminded me of the story about two young doctors, a psychiatrist and a proctologist, who were just beginning their practices. Since money was tight for both of them, they decided to rent an office together.
Look both ways when you cross the street. I still hear the Mom's firm voice echoing in memory whenever I approach a street curb, especially when I hold the hand of my granddaughter, Sophia.
I dreamt I was on the verge of having an affair with Steve McQueen. We were right "there" when I found myself trying to reason him out of being his "Steve McQueenie self."
If you missed my last column, it consisted of several accounts of unusual events that happened when I served in the Army back in the mid-1950s. Here are a few more.
Spring brings the hankering for fresh starts: a clean house, a neat desk and a clutter-free mind.
Thomas Wolfe wrote "You Can't Go Home Again." Nuts. You can, but accept that the bones may be the same; yet the flesh will be different - new.
It was 1955, and the truce that had halted the fighting in the Korean War was still in effect.
"My dad said we were his boys, since he didn't have any," 95-year-old Susie Majors told Jennifer Mobley, director of the FiftyForward Bordeaux Center.
The days of stoop settin', sitting at a parent's or grandparent's knee, listening to the stories of their lives with the rapt attention worthy of an old radio mystery has been replaced with texts, Tweets, Facebook blasts and not sharing anything meaningful at all.
How did you meet your loved one? The most iconic image of a kiss is one between strangers who never met again.
We live in a world that seems to be obsessed by time. Pick up any book of quotations, and you will find a whole bunch of statements about it. The Greek Pericles said, "Time is the wisest counsellor of all."
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