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Did you realize that Jan. 19 marks the 100th birthday of that indefatigable advocacy group the American Civil Liberties Union?
Do I owe someone an apology for not taking a more active role in the iconic cultural, technological and political developments of the 2010s?
Most of my Christmases have become hopelessly blurred together, but Christmas 1969 holds a special place in my heart.
The words weren’t aimed directly at me, but I was recently flummoxed by an unexpected undercurrent of animosity. In an online post, a military veteran refused to confine his anger to people who spit on veterans or ignore veterans. He vented about citizens who actually pause to ACKNOWLEDGE the contribution of former service people.
I’m not proud of it, but I haven’t visited the now-disheveled cemetery on the hillside behind my late father’s childhood home in more than 40 years. Willie Nelson was right when he mused, “Ain’t it funny how time slips away?”
What can you say about the eavesdropper wannabes who sigh, “I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation”?
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a perfect kid. And six of ‘em, yecch!” — Ann B. Davis as housekeeper Alice Nelson.
“I wanna be Bobby’s girl. I wanna be Bobby’s girl. That’s the most important thing to me.” - as sung by Marcie Blane in 1962.
Do you long for the days when the only outbursts our delicate ears had to worry about were the Z word (“Zoinks!”) and the J word (“Jinkies!”)?
On a Sunday afternoon fishing trip with my little brother and late father, I caught 15 fish at the lake in Lewisburg, Tennessee.
