Here is a picture of me and my playmate Joe Willy taken at my grandparents' place about four miles East of Cruger MS (Holmes County) i...

We've been a bit busy this past week. Liz and I and my sister in Apex traveled to Charlotte over the weekend to join our first cousin to...

My brother John fought pancreatic cancer for nearly three years. He taught us how to live through such a time. How to seize the day for what...

In an earlier post, I made reference to Colin Woodard's article analyzing his breakdown of the eleven nations into which he sees Ameri...

My grandparents never told me about my Great Grandfather. What little I know I have had to dig out from scattered records and stories passed...

My grandfather was a coal miner. In Texas. Yes, I know he should have been in oil. But Palo Pinto County in 1902 when he went to work in the...

A personal note: Fifty-Four Years ago today, Elizabeth and I were married in California. I was in the navy, and it was during the Quemoy-Mat...

New York Times columnist David Brooks sometimes calls attention to the work of social critics with whom I am not familiar. Last March, he p...

I was not quite four years old when I was introduced to the culture of the South. I had been raised in Oklahoma by Texans. I spent a number ...

I don't do New Years Resolutions. As Popeye used to say, "I yam what I yam." If there is anything I have learned in more tha...

Today was a lovely Christmas Day. Good friends visited for coffee ( The Bean was closed) and for Christmas Dinner. It caused me to recolle...

The last of our siblings, and the first Baby Boomer in the family, Sharon Sechler was a kind and gentle soul with an inquisitive mind. Born ...