Blondie will always be a Midwestern girl at her core. She studies Southern Culture like scientists watching lab rats. “Why are pretty Southern girls named after commodities?” is a typical question. A new girl had moved in “from Greenville”….. and her name is Cotten..
I’ve attended two reunions in the past month. One involved my high school’s basketball program. The other involved my college’s football program….. doing what everyone does at such affairs – (1) exaggerating dusty memories and (2) talking about those who were not there.
One may have numerous spouses, children, jobs, cars and cell phones; but only one Hometown. Endearing memories of “my hometown” go with you wherever Life takes you. GREAT CAESAR’S GHOST! What’s a “world class eatery” doing IN KINSTON ??…
“Dragons live forever but not so little boys”. Puff’s lament in The Land of Honalee has resurfaced with “Little Jackie Papers” of my generation. We (Baby) Boomers are into that time-honored tradition – reflecting upon the seminal moments of our life journeys. I
Character is one of those buzzwords thrown around a lot. It’s a favorite of preachers, coaches, politicians and self-help gurus. One better “have it” if one wants to amount to anything “they” say. I prefer Character as a Who rather than a What. …. I lost one this weekend.
It’s been awhile since I revisited a Genuine BLSays Classic from a decade plus ago. Here ‘tis – Pretty Down East Women. …. That rare topic that transcends partisan chasms? An All-Time Top Three view magnet.
I don’t remember the first time nor the last time we went, but for Little BobLee, Saturday mornings at Hathaway’s with Dad were special. The psycho-babble phrase “bonding” had not…
Good stuff and bad stuff happens every day. We tend to ho-hum the news. Saturday I was skimming a local news website and noted a headline about a crime victim. HEY, I know her! It was Kathy (Arnold) Taft – my friend of 50+ years.
HOME TOWN CONFIDENTIAL: Tyler Hansbrough and I both have one – a bona fide Home Town. Such an identity can be “risky business”. Local boy making Good = GOOD. Local Boy getting hit with 51 federal indictments = Not So Good.
…. I only “grew up” once and have never really completed the process (kinda like my Masters thesis!). …. Everyone’s growing up was not “like mine” but whenever I pull some rabbit outta my yesteryear hat a bunch of you say “me too BobLee”. Did your growing up have “a Dr Randall”? Mine passed away last week. …..
It has been “special” for 45 years because it has been so comfortable. Too comfortable to try to analyze. He could be the neighborhood pharmacist or owner of the hardware store. I wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t known him. Today I said good-by to Coach Jones….
… that darn Ed Emory! A rascal … a scallywag and a lovable scoundrel.