Today's Opinions

  • A shadow is a very good thing

    Last week a young man from Florida A&M University called me. He said he was a journalism student and was interested in a career shadowing experience. My first thought was that I was busy Thursday with a trial, my regular work and a lecture at the art center. I did not want to be a babysitter for someone who, when they found out that journalists make no money, would run for a higher paying job.

  • Candidate thanks predecessors for contributions

    Gadsden County has many polite and helpful people.  I have had the opportunity to meet many during the past two weeks while campaigning for the District 7 (Wakulla) position on the board of the Talquin Electric Cooperative.  People have listened carefully to my explanation of the petition process by which my name appears on the ballot, have asked thoughtful questions and have expressed some concerns.  Mostly they have really been gracious to a stranger.

  • They can tear down the building, but not our memories

    They tore our high school down. Now, that will frost your wheat cakes. Most of us were out of town when it happened. I have no idea who makes those kinds of decisions. I’m sure it had something to do with growth, progress and asbestos-free ceiling tile. I don’t believe anyone in our class got a vote in the deal.

  • Passing on the wisdom to the next batter

    Aw, shucks! The ball bounced weakly on two hops right back to the pitcher. My heart sank. With men on second and third I had dug in just seconds before thinking I was going to be the hero. It was not to be the case this at-bat. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as the ball sank into the pitcher’s mitt, none of them good. Failure is not a pleasant companion. I was already two steps toward first base, going through the motions of hustling out the play.

  • Wonderful smells...wonderful memories

    Me and Buddy Wiggleton and Bob Edwards used to push and shove our way through the baseball glove section of Robert Hall’s Western Auto. The new leather had such a wonderful smell. And you mix in the distinctive aroma of the Neat’s foot oil and the rubber hoses from the auto displays on the next aisle and that combined scent was the Western Auto store. We didn’t linger to enjoy it. As a matter of fact, we were in such a hurry to get the good 99 cent Wilson baseball that we barely noticed.  

  • Clunker takes on a whole new meaning these days

    The government once again has moved too slowly to help me. Where was this clunker program idea in 1954? Was Congress so engrossed in the Joseph McCarthy saga that they forgot about the rest of us? Was Eisenhower more interested in practicing his golf or monitoring the Marshall Plan than to my lonely plight in West Tennessee? Was the entire world’s attention averted by the Monroe-DiMaggio wedding?

  • We dropped out...then dropped back in

    It was late August when me, Ricky and Hollis Mayo decided to quit school. We figured we had gone about as far as we could go. “We can read and cipher. How much more do you need?” is the way Rick put it. We made a pact not to show up for the new school year. We decided to go to California and make movies with Roy and Gene. It looked like a lot of fun and Hollis maintained, “The way the teachers dote on Pam, Susie, Ruth Ann and the rest of the girls, they won’t nobody miss us ‘til Christmas!”

  • Talk about your backyard...or sideyard...quarterbacks

    My football career started in the front yard. We lived out at the end of Stonewall Street. Our nearest neighbors in those early years were Mr. and Mrs. Brooks. I figured them to be in their mid 80s, a little old for a quarterback or tight end. Besides, they worked all the time. That left me and Leon and David Mark. It didn’t take us long to choose up sides.