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Darrell Huckaby

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DARRELL HUCKABY: Time to bring back the biscuit

When my sister-in-law, Terry Lynn, came into the family she used to talk about “whomp biscuits” and I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I heard her explain that they were the kind you peeled out of a can after you had “whomped” the can on the side of the counter to pop those suckers open.

DARRELL HUCKABY: School bus drivers deserve better

I didn’t ride the bus to school when I was a kid; I walked. No, not 5 miles through the snow. It was less than a mile, but I had to cross the Yellow River bridge.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Some things just don't make a lick of sense

We live in a funny world. Yes, ha, ha funny, but strange funny, too. There are just so many contradictions in our world — things to me that just don’t make a lick of sense. Take the president of the United States. Please.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Hard to resist the tides of change

I’m glad you are reading my column, whether you are holding it in your hand and getting good old-fashioned newsprint on your fingertips, or gazing at it on your own devise, be it iPad or computer or even your phone.

DARRELL HUCKABY: The public education circus continues

Wow. Education seems to be all over the news in the state of Georgia this week, and I haven’t seen a lot of positive comments. Go figure.

DARRELL HUCKABY: On the verge of the Great American Novel

Seventeen years ago I published my first book, “Need Two.” That’s hard to believe, and “Need Two” is still one of the funniest books that I or Barbara Dooley have ever read. Just ask her; she’ll tell you.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Time to blow off a little steam

Late people annoy me. There, I’ve said it.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Bridging the language gap a tough row to hoe

A few of my former students, home from college, came by to visit me last week. I love seeing the kids I was able to torment in the name of education. Just kidding. Just kidding. But it really does make me feel good when the kids care enough to stop by.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Treasured principles under attack in Paris

I love Paris. I used to hate Paris. Then I went there. It is an incredibly beautiful city, especially at night. They don’t call it “The City of Lights” for no reason.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Elly Mae — classic tom-boy and sweetheart

Every double-barreled slingshot in the western world should be flown — or would that be worn — at half-staff this week. Elly May Clampett is dead.

DARRELL HUCKABY: 'Progress' not all it's cracked up to be

I was minding my own business, trying to watch a little college football on TV, when the house phone rang. How many of you still have house phones?

DARRELL HUCKABY: 2015 will bring wedding bells

Wedding bells will be my theme song as not one, but two of my children will be tying the knot — 56 days apart.

DARRELL HUCKABY: All the worry in the world won't change a thing

This is the last column of 2014. I hope there will be many more to follow in the new year but the only things certain in life are death and taxes, so keep your fingers crossed.

DARRELL HUCKABY: It's time to stand up for the men and women in blue

As I get ready to take down my Christmas lights I have decided that I will leave one candle in my window throughout the new year. I will replace the clear soft white bulb, however, with a blue one. I support our nation’s police force. I’d hate to have to get along without them. Wouldn’t you?

DARRELL HUCKABY: Resolving to go all out in the new year

A brand new year is upon us — or at least right around the corner — so I think I will do something I haven’t done in a while; I think I will publish a long list of bodacious resolutions — resolutions that I intend to keep, not just until the first threat of snow in January, but for the entire trip this rock takes around the sun.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Christmas Eve comes once again

It’s Christmas Eve — finally. We’ve been beset with advertising since Labor Day, blasted with Christmas music since Halloween and allowed ourselves to become stressed to the limit since Thanksgiving and now it is Christmas Eve.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Still searching for peace on earth, good-will to men

It’s almost Christmas, which is so special for so many reasons. My first epistle for this newspaper was on Christmas Day.

DARRELL HUCKABY: In search of the perfect Christmas lights

So it is 2014 and I have yet another chapter to add to the story of the eternal battle between Christmas lights and yours truly — the North Georgia Piedmont’s own Clark Griswold.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Broadway still calls to those with big dreams

I was in New York for my annual Christmas weekend. It is a magical place with all of the hustle and bustle and lights and energy.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Christmas in the classroom used to be a lot more fun

I got together with some old teacher friends last week and we began waxing nostalgic about the good old days—back when teaching was more fun because we had more freedom in the classroom.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Elvis is dead, but this is the next best thing

Did you ever see Elvis live? I did, in the Macon Coliseum, in 1973. I haven’t been impressed by anything since.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Decorating with the warm light of Christmas

The photograph on the front page of this newspaper was stunning. A gorgeous, gigantic Christmas tree standing in the foyer of a home that is offering itself, or being offered by its owner, for an upcoming tour of homes, a custom long rooted in Southern splendor, particularly around the holidays.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Peter Pan still magical after 55 years

Memory is strange commodity and so selective in its nuances. There are incidents in my life of which I have no recollection at all, and yet other happenstances are so indelibly imprinted on my mind that I could never forget them if I lived to be a thousand years old.

DARRELL HUCKABY: When did dining out become so complicated?

I will never forget the first foreign restaurant I frequented. I was 18 and Kevin Price and I went to Tybee Island for a couple of days with my parents. We walked into a pizza parlor across the street from our hotel and ordered what was to be my first pizza pie, and my last for quite some time.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Living life with courage and grace

Warren lived through his ordeal with as much courage and fortitude as anyone I have ever known. A devout Christian, he was at church every week, no matter how bad he might have felt.

DARRELL HUCKABY: How much better would the world be if every boy had a good dad?

So there I was — a week ago — heading south on Milledge Avenue, in Athens. It was a beautiful day and I was looking forward to stress-free weekend in Athenstown. A stress free weekend is one where I don’t have to worry about whether or not my team wins the game.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Recounting blessings during this time of thanks

My favorite column of the year, and the easiest to write, is the one that you are reading right now. Each year as the season of Thanksgiving approaches I realize that my blessings grow exponentially in total disproportion to my years on earth.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Obama's executive order shows disdain for American people

Thursday night President Obama took a big step toward making that fundamental change that so many of us had feared since he first took office in 2009.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Wedding bells ringing for Mrs. Charles Manson

Well, get the rice ready to throw and let the wedding bells chime because Afton Elaine Burton — also known as Star — has found her beau, apparently a match made in heaven. At a yet to be determined time in the near future she will become — are you ready for this? — Mrs. Charles Manson.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Starting a new Christmas tradition

I am officially rushing the season, y’all — for perhaps the first time in my life.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Football and cold weather not a good mix in the South

I don’t know how they do it. Yankees, I mean. I will admit that it is time to give the devil his due. I am speaking of the hearty folks from the frozen tundra of our northernmost states — the people in Cleveland and Buffalo and Green Bay, Wis., who go out in weather that is fit for neither man nor beast and sit and watch football.

DARRELL HUCKABY: This is as good as it gets

Until I looked into my grandson’s sparkling blue eyes and saw that precious smile spread across his face when he recognized his Papa for the first time, I didn’t know how much joy one human being could bring to another human being.

DARRELL HUCKABY: November reminds me of my romance with basketball

Every year, when mid-November approaches, my heart starts beating to the rhythm of a basketball bouncing on a hardwood floor. A lot of folks raised in Newton County in the ’50s and ’60s probably have similar afflictions, but mine, I suspect, is more severe than most.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Wear a poppy proudly on Tuesday

While scrolling through my Facebook wall I ran across this comment from someone that I don’t actually know: “My bank said they would be closed Tuesday. Is it some random holiday or something?”

DARRELL HUCKABY: Sundays were special — with a capital ‘S’

Sundays were a big day for us because it was the only day of the week when the whole family got to be together.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Time to start counting the broken promises

I wonder how long politicians have been breaking campaign promises.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Sometimes breaking the rules is worth it

I have three longstanding rules. I don’t do book reviews. I don’t do any Christmas shopping until the last minute. I don’t sing Christmas carols until the Great Tree bursts into light on Thanksgiving night.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Back when Halloween was a night of treats

It’s Halloween. Trick or treat! Or should that be Trick or treat?

DARRELL HUCKABY: Have shoes, will travel

Who knew that a guy would have to pack more shoes to go on a trip than drawers. Well, not really — but it was close.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Memories take flight during air travel

I am writing this column from 35,000 feet. When I was growing up in Porterdale I allowed myself to dream that one day I might write something that another person would want to read in a newspaper, but I never believed I would do it from 6 miles above the earth’s surface on a machine that could connect to a satellite and allow me to begin writing the column upon takeoff and file it before I touched down.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Is there anything good about our slate of candidates?

How much longer do we have until it is safe to leave the television on the channel you are watching during commercials? How long until it is safe to answer the telephone again? How long until the election is over and the votes are counted?

DARRELL HUCKABY: No Longer Bound regenerates men's lives

As I learned Thursday night, No Longer Bound is not a drug rehab facility. If you rehabilitate someone you simply return them to their original state. No Longer Bound is about rescuing addicts and helping them escape the enslavement of addiction.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Weighing in on the hot topics of the day

Todd Gurley and the Ebola virus are the two topics most heavily trending today. I am nothing if I am not trendy, but I like to write light-hearted and whimsical columns when I can. It is hard to be whimsical about a killer virus that is threatening to explode in epidemic proportions.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Student discipline can also punish the teacher

With apologies to Art Linkletter, teachers do the darndest things.

DARRELL HUCKABY: October brings first real signs of fall

How did we get this far up into October without me realizing it? It has always been one of my favorite months and it has almost disappeared without my realizing it.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Here's a tip — reward those who deserve it most

Is it just me, or is the practice of tipping getting way out of hand?

DARRELL HUCKABY: We aren't as free as we once were — or should be

Perhaps you think that you are far removed from the war that Muslim terrorists are waging on America — the war that was brought to our attention on 9/11 in 2001, even though it was being waged long before then. Perhaps you think that, but you are wrong. You are very, very wrong.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Wake me up when the baseball playoffs are over

I hate to have to admit this, but I cannot watch play-off baseball anymore. Not a whole game. I just can’t.

DARRELL HUCKABY: The man, and mentor, behind The Voice of Covington

I knew Bill Hoffman’s voice before I knew the man.

DARRELL HUCKABY: Life takes a new turn with first-born grandchild

I woke up Tuesday morning in my own bed for the second day in a row. It was the first time in weeks that I had done so. Who knew that retirement could be so stressful and tiring! Or so much fun, for that matter!