Naming the Places

When I was a boy, even into my late youth, all I saw from yard of Mother’s house were fields and scrubland pasture. We named the draw that came down out of the hills behind of the house, Main. The three major draws that emptied into it, we called First, Second and Third. Dad liked … Continue reading Naming the Places →

How Deadly Can a Fact Be?

Frank Uppsershaw died last Sunday afternoon. He died utterly and absolutely during the fourth quarter of the Ravens-Seahawks game. Ravens were up by six points. They had the ball. There were two minutes and twenty-three seconds left to the game. Then Lamar tossed a short screen to Ingram, and it looked like Ingram fumbled. The … Continue reading How Deadly Can a Fact Be? →

A Sunday Walk comprised of Great Joy

Walking is an antiquated mode of travel, to be sure. And homo sapiens seem to have left it in a lonely cloud of earth killing carbon. There are folks in my neighborhood who will drive the seven miles to the bar for a beer and a gossip with pals, but will not walk 100 yards … Continue reading A Sunday Walk comprised of Great Joy →