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Holding Things Together

[cb_profit_poster Lotto]Clinton, S.C., Tuesday, January 14, 2014, 10:20 a.m. Two steps forward. One step back. That wouldn’t have been acceptable to my high-school football coach. The slogans on Keith Richardson’s locker-room walls gave my latter novel its name. Those slogans … Continue reading

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Twisting and Turning All the Way

[cb_profit_poster Storytelling]Clinton, S.C., Monday, December 9, 2013, 2:31 p.m. I might write a song … about writing a novel. Maybe I can find common ground. I’m not going to plot a song. I’m just going to make some rhymes on … Continue reading

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‘Isn’t That The Way They Say It Goes?’

[cb_profit_poster Guitar2]Clinton, S.C., Wednesday, December 4, 2013, 12:57 a.m. This morning I watched a video of Jim Croce performing “Operator” that was linked by a friend on social media. It reminded me of an old story from my youth, one … Continue reading

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On the Summer of Rain, Bogey, Bashful & Others

Clinton, S.C., Thursday, Aug. 1, 2013, 10:56 a.m. It’s August, already, and it just doesn’t seem right. Sure, time flies in the summer, but it doesn’t look or feel like August. My lawn is supposed to be yellow at best … Continue reading

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Why I Ain’t Feeling So Hot Myself

I don’t consider myself old yet. I don’t act old. A little while ago, I took advantage of the Tuesday night specials at a local restaurant that are provided those who are over 50, and I tend to have supper … Continue reading

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This Is the Day That Was

Double nickels. Five-five. Damned if I didn’t wake up this morning and find that I can, indeed, drive 55. I was born on April 8, 1958, a day before Steve Grant, who would become a friend when I got to … Continue reading

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