Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, August 2, 2016, 4:19 p.m.
This is my first blog in four days. It may be the biggest gap ever. It’s not like nothing has happened. Too much has happened. I’ve been too busy. A stock car race was rained out on Sunday and fogged out (though thankfully completed) on Monday. A column usually written on Monday was written this morning. A column usually written today will have to wait till tomorrow.
Who would write something now for which he would be paid rather than start stringing together words here for intangible value? (The chief intangible value is that someone might click below and buy one of my books, maybe even the one titled The Intangibles.)
Football season is bearing down, bringing with it pesky deadlines and commitments. I’m planning on occupying myself for most of tomorrow (Wednesday) with the Red Devils and the Raiders who represent the county’s public high schools and play each other on the 26th of this month.
After a morning of NASCAR writing, I squandered my fortune with a trip to the post office, stopped by Sadler-Hughes Apothecary to pick up a couple prescriptions, and drove by Wilder Stadium, where the aforementioned Red Devils and Raiders will play on the aforementioned August 26, and where the same wind storm that tore up a tree in my back yard toppled a cinder-block wall at the top of the end-zone bank.
Lee Templeton was grappling with this matter when I drove by, so I stopped to check out the project. A seven-foot-high, chain-link fence is being erected to replace the blocks, and it will include screens so as to prevent the masses from watching Clinton High School play for free.
I’m going to miss the Red Devil painting that was emblazoned on the wall by art students sometime around 1980. Nowadays, slick, perfect, licensed logos are on walls. An art student (and football teammate of mine) painted the Red Devil at the center of the old, old (two gyms removed) basketball court. It’s no longer there. A Red Devil portrait that was attached to the basketball goal supports in the old (now Clinton Middle School) gym is now in storage.
They were all delightfully amateurish and wonderfully earnest, and I loved them because my love for Clinton High School, in the words of the alma mater, will nevvverr faillllll.
Change is inevitable, and progress is preferable, and the Wilder Stadium Red Devil could no more be replaced than the pieces of Humpty Dumpty put back together again.
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Kindle versions – you don’t have to have a Kindle, just a free app for your electronic devices – of most of my books are available here. Links to print copies are below.
Forgive Us Our Trespasses is the latest. It’s a tale about crooked politician who wants to be governor, whatever it takes, and another man trying to stop him. It’s outrageous.
Crazy of Natural Causes is about the fall and rise of Chance Benford, a Kentucky football coach who reinvents himself. It’s original.
The Intangibles is about the South in the 1960s, complete with racial strife, bigotry, resentment, cultural exchange and, of course, high school football.
The Audacity of Dope is the tale of Riley Mansfield, a pot-smoking songwriter turned national hero with a taste for the former and a distaste for the latter.
Longer Songs is a collection of 11 short stories that all began in songs I wrote.
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