- Wednesday's Post
Looking into the mailbag of a columnist…
I gratefully dedicate this column to all of those gracious readers who have responded to my weekly attempts to express myself.
It seemed like a good idea at the time…
As schoolboy pranks go, it was devilishly creative but it ended badly for two young culprits. The target of the prank was an older middle school social studies teacher who was marking time toward retirement.
A grandfather by any other name…
My wife did a double take when I told her years ago that I wanted our yet unborn grandchildren to call me “papaw” instead of something else. As a son of rural Kentucky, I wanted to honor the history of that beloved title. Besides, I knew she wouldn’t like it.
‘Where never lark or ever eagle flew’
The poem “High Flight” was written by a young American pilot, John Magee, flying for the Royal Canadian Air Force before the U.S. entered World War II.
A night to remember…my first pie supper
She was the prettiest girl I had ever known. We were freshmen in high school and she asked me to be her boyfriend.
Have you updated your bucket list?
This is the third time I’ve written about a personal “bucket list” and this time I’m suggesting that we review our lists annually.
The ‘Greatest Generation’ earned the name
Men who shouldered a rifle now carry a cane. Men who drove trucks, landing craft and tanks now steer a two-wheeled walker.
Vain as a peacock, cool as a cucumber
He was a bright, witty and dapper man who did his best to look as young as he could for as long as he could. His sense of humor and competitive spirit left indelible impressions on me.
Flashbacks revive memories of a tragedy
I remember the day like it was yesterday – Dec. 15, 1967, a few minutes before 5 p.m. in Ironton, Ohio. As the local reporter for the morning newspaper in nearby Huntington, W.Va., I was making a routine check at the sheriff’s office of calls and complaints.
The greatest singer sang the greatest song
Within 10 minutes, four of my children called, e-mailed or texted me that morning to express condolences on what they knew would be a personal loss.
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