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Let’s clean out the notebook ... This is a special edition, you might say, as a number of items were left over from the Walker County Republican Party meeting last week. To expedite things on a … more
Several readers have mentioned to me in recent days that my lack of a column over the last two weeks was a bit of a disappointment for them. Jerome Wassmann, a former publisher of the Daily Mountain Eagle, was one of the people who mentioned my … more
A curious advertisement has appeared in several issues of The Tennessean newspaper this month. The message “thy will be done” is printed in white on a black background. more
With qualifying for the June primary now over, the Daily Mountain Eagle will be kicking off the campaign season by inviting area candidates to a political party at our office. more
“Look at the world around you. It may seem like an immovable, implacable place. It is not. With the slightest push – in just the right place – it can be tipped.” – Malcolm Gladwell, … more
The winter issue of Walker Magazine went to the printer this week. more
When talking with a friend recently, I mentioned that coming up with fresh ideas for this column was sometimes a struggle. When the muse is on vacay, I use a wacky toolkit to help me get through it. … more
Let’s clean out the notebook... • It has been a wild few days on the political front, and I need to be cloned to write all I need to. One afternoon I wrote four stories and I covered two … more
A festive sign featuring the word “PEACE” in large letters is in a prominent location at the center of our family Christmas tree. Unfortunately, the tree has been a source of unrest and strife in our home since we chopped it down and brought it home a little over a week ago. more
It was in October 1966 when I first saw her sitting near the stage of the Sumiton Middle School. She was in an antique dress and bonnet playing gospel songs on a pump organ that looked as if it came over on the Mayflower. Her teacher was a history buff and persuaded her to play for the fall history fair. She was thin as a reed and sat straight on the organ bench, pumping the air pedals with all the strength her small frame could muster. Her cousin introduced us. Her name was Jilda. We talked after her set, and I could tell there was something special about her. more
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