I took a drive down memory lane last week and about half way through my trip decided to turn into and old country store and rest a spell.
When my former colleagues head back to the classroom this Friday, I will not be among them
I found myself holding in my 61-year-old hands a 64-year-old program from a three act comedy performed on March 4 and 5, 1949, in the Porter Memorial Gymnasium — by the Senior Class of Porterdale High School.
Salem Camp Meeting and homemade ice cream go hand in hand.
Thank you Milton for caring enough to voice your opinion.
T.J. Stripling was one of the most highly recruited football players in the state of Georgia -- and that means in the world.
The George Zimmerman trial has been like a train wreck to me this week.
We passed ObamaCare and now we are finding out what is in it.
News of the death of 19 Arizona firefighters deserves a moment of respect from all of us.
Rising water may call for drastic measures.
If I could be anywhere in the world today I would like to be 700 miles to the north, in Gettysburg, Pa.
Tolerance. It's an overused word these days.
Remember the old joke, "Do they have a Fourth of July in England?"
Can you imagine what television would look like if we banned all of the people who had used that word?
One of the summer constants in my life is camp meeting.
I was doing really well at my new career of trip planner and tour guide. I really was.
My buddies and I all agreed that the very best TV dad of all time was Andy Griffith.
What this country needs is not a good 5-cent cigar, but a return to the days of the telephone booth.
So the IRS is in hot water for undue diligence in evaluating conservative Americans and the taxes they owe.
As I sipped my coffee Friday morning and pored over the local paper a school news item caught my attention.
The "maiden voyage," so to speak, of my latest venture, Huck's Tours, is in the books and I am compelled to consider it a major success.
Is it just me or are churches having fewer revivals these days?
I suppose I knew this day would come sometime, but not this soon.
A baseball game and baseball memories take the sting out of a quarterly visit to M.D. Anderson.
Are we the people still willing to take up the torch for those who have given their last full measure on behalf of liberty and freedom?
As a retired Southern gentleman, who was educated a large university, I recently noted that my sartorial splendor has fallen short.
Words cannot express the horror that went through my mind as images of the deadly tornado that swept through Oklahoma began to be broadcast Monday afternoon.
Sometimes when I speak I am asked to field questions from the audience.
Now that I am a retired educator I guess I have to decide what to tell people when they ask me what I do for a living.
All good things must come to an end. I haven't really gotten tired of teaching. I just don't have the energy to do it all day any longer.
If you still have your mother this Mother's Day, cherish her. If you do not, cherish her memory.
Words. We all have the same ones at our disposal but many of us seem determined to use the same ones over and over.
If they had a yearbook for towns Hazel would have been best-dressed in Covington's for the past 88 years running.
The lunchroom was one of the best things about having the privilege of being educated in Porterdale.
Last week I stumbled across a place I had never been -- and it is a place so filled with the types of treasures that are near and dear to my heart that I will have to keep going back.
May 1 was a day we all looked forward to when I was a little linthead growing up in Porterdale.
Sometimes Southern sandwiches made frozen TV dinners look good.
Confederate Memorial Day is for remembering those who fought and died for a cause they believed in.
Huckaby takes a trip down memory lane via hair products.
Kate Caruso was a bright light in a world that seems to be growing darker with each passing season.
When I learned of the attacks in Boston on Monday, I sat down and pounded out a column full of anger and belligerence. The next day, my youngest child, Jenna -- after taking time to reflect -- sat down and penned the following words.
I had such a warm and wonderful column planned for today ... That story will have to be postponed until Sunday.
The thing that separates normal ho-hums from days that live forever, of course, is the fact that on certain days monumental events take place
I have been having basketball withdrawals.
Somebody has got to realize that there has to be a better way to evaluate the success of a student, a teacher, a classroom, a grade level, a principal, a school, a school system and, yes, a superintendent of schools than the almighty standardized test scores.
I think that relaxing with a good cup of hot coffee at the beginning of the day is good for the soul.
I was a fan of women's basketball long before it was cool.
What a difference a year can make.
Just when I thought it was safe to glance at the news again I confirmed my growing suspicion that the world has gone slap dab crazy.
I am about to enjoy my 39th -- and final -- spring break, as a classroom teacher.