I travel a lot, and this past week I was in Louisville, Kentucky. As I was catching up on the news, a small tag line scrolled along the bott...

It’s easy to look back on the events of 270 years ago (April 16, 1746) as a romantic - almost Shakespearean - epilogue to the story of the...

As the New Year of 2018 rolls in, I'm working late with the television on, reminding me of childhood days when it was a challenge to sta...

When I turned 16 my grandmother gave me the pocket watch that had belonged to my grandfather - the man for whom I'm named. It was a gold...

A few weeks ago I went home to the family farm to help my dad check on cattle. Spring calves had started to arrive and we needed to match c...

I was driving home on Thanksgiving to spend the day with my parents and friends. My kids were with me, and as we exited the highway we pull...

First appearing in 1867 as part of "Mrs. Louise Clack's Christmas Gift To Her Little Southern Friends", this wartime exchange...

I have been struggling with trying to work with the Blogger app, to place a little post complete with pictures. Apparently it doesn't w...

The Car Salesman Walter Philpot drummed his nicotine-stained fingers across his desk as he flipped through his latest copy of the Ye...

A couple days ago I visited a Czech museum exhibit that was a bit surrealistic and a bit existential. The exhibit included several dark and ...