Since 2010, America has been fascinated with a History Channel television reality series named American Pickers. The camera follows Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz as they scour the country looking for antiques and collectible items. Mike has a penchant for old motorcycles; Frank adores antique toys. Regardless, these two fun-loving, affable characters scrounge through dilapidated … Continue reading The Great Collectible
Month: April 2018
Is the Bible Overrated?
The New York elite have spoken out once again. For us unsophisticated illiterates who live outside the cultural center of the universe, prepare to be enlightened. According to a New York City-based magazine, the Bible is overrated. First, it was the New Yorker Magazine who published an article on April 13th titled, “Chick-fil-A’s Creepy Infiltration of … Continue reading Is the Bible Overrated?
Tee Time?
My wife approached with an inspiring grin on her face. “Now that I am retired, I am hoping we could share a tee time soon.” Startled, my only response was an enthusiastic “Sure!” I remembered she does have a pink golf bag stuffed with a complete set of irons and woods adorned with pink head … Continue reading Tee Time?
The Story Behind the Book I Never Wanted to Write
This post is about a book I never wanted to write, but one I needed to write. It is a book about grief, my own heart-rendering, spirit-crushing journey through the valley of tears. Why would I be so transparent about something so intrinsically personal? Here’s the story behind the book. In 2005, I lost my … Continue reading The Story Behind the Book I Never Wanted to Write
A Nose to the Grindstone
A recent trip to the foothills of the North Georgia Mountains found my wife and I enjoying the fresh air and cool Springtime weather as we explored scenic mountain roads, antique stores, and pottery shops in and around the Alpine Village of Helen, Georgia. One of the highlights of our visit was a stop at … Continue reading A Nose to the Grindstone
Bubba and the Masters
It is springtime in Georgia. Yes, the azaleas are blooming and the pine pollen has blanketed Georgia with its powder of a golden hue. Neighborhood lawnmowers are cranking up and I am already wearing shorts and sandals. Yet, the truest indication that Spring has arrived is when a local Augusta furniture store advertises the number … Continue reading Bubba and the Masters
