Tag Archives: Blue

I Might As Well Have Stripes, Stripes Around My Shoulders

[cb_profit_poster Beer1]Clinton, S.C., Friday, November 8, 2013, 10:30 a.m. Here I sit, broken-hearted … … Where are my books, discarded? Hah. Thought I was really frustrated, huh? You thought I would succumb to vulgarity. Ah. Good thing you haven’t heard … Continue reading

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The Right to Party

[cb_profit_poster Beer2] Clinton, S.C., Sunday, November 3, 2013, 11:45 a.m. Once again, I took Saturday off because blogging fell through the cracks in a day spent cooking chili, watching football, playing guitar, telling outrageous and possibly apocryphal stories, constantly snacking … Continue reading

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Things Go Awry with Delightful Results

[cb_profit_poster Storytelling]Clinton, S.C., Sunday, October 20, 2013, 11:55 a.m. I’m going to start out by doing what I shouldn’t, which is to channel Darrell Waltrip. I’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do. There. I wrote it. I’ll answer for it someday … Continue reading

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This One Was Heartbreaking

[cb_profit_poster Speak1]Clinton, S.C., Saturday, October 05, 2013, 12:54 p.m. It’s no fun to lose, but is it worse to lose in a relatively stress-free manner, i.e., being beaten soundly, or to lose in excruciating fashion? Last night Clinton High School, … Continue reading

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Alas, Poor Football, I Knew It Well

  [cb_profit_poster Travel1]Clinton, S.C., Saturday, September 28, 2013, 4:55 p.m. I love football. Until this year, it liked me. Last night I watched Clinton lose again, 34-12 in Abbeville. The highlight of that excursion was supper at Yoder’s Dutch Kitchen. … Continue reading

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Sometimes I Wish It Was a Game of Cricket

  [cb_profit_poster sponsor1]Clinton, S.C., Saturday, September 14, 2013, 1:15 p.m. I’m having a bit of a crisis in faith. With one notable exception, things are not going well. Am I talking about my life? My bank account? My job prospects? … Continue reading

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Friday Turned on a Dime

[cb_profit_poster Football2]Clinton, S.C., Saturday, September 7, 2013, 10:17 a.m. Mid-afternoon Friday found me stranded at Kountry Fresh Meat Market. I own an old, beat-up Ford pickup – for NASCAR fans: it’s kind of my backup truck – that I mainly … Continue reading

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Roundabout Trips and Uphill Battles

[cb_profit_poster Speak1]Clinton, S.C., Friday, August 30, 2013, 10:41 a.m. It’s probably not a good omen that I’m writing this blog while “Return of the Pink Panther” is playing on television. Chief Inspector Dreyfuss’s eyelashes are wiggling involuntarily even as I, … Continue reading

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In August, Thoughts Turn to Football

[cb_profit_poster FlagFootball] Clinton, S.C., Friday, August 9, 2013, 10:03 a.m. Oh, maybe eight years or nine ago, I was in Texas working on a book, True to the Roots: Americana Music Revealed, that ended up being published near the end … Continue reading

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Free as a Breeze

Life’s back to normal. I had a dentist’s appointment this morning. I took my car to the garage to get everything checked out, replace the worn parts, stuff like that. I’ve got a stack of bills, a hamper of laundry, … Continue reading

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