Eleven years ago, next month, I wrote a column which I titled, Barbeque: A Memory Enhancing Food.  Actually, it should have been called Barbeques: A Memory Enhancing Experience.  Regardless, Saturday noon, a week ago, and for about two hours thereafter, I had proof and remembrance of what I was trying to say in October...

I like old folks.  I liked ‘em when I was a youngster – Glea Gray, Hilt Gray, Cooper Jones, Sara Kezar, Ruby Hodges, Molly Moss, Big Hoss Johnson, Tom Chapman, Joe Hodges, Ed Thompson,  Donald Brand, Wilson Martin, Fred Stokes, Frances Couey – I could go on and on, but I won’t. And, I like...

  If you read my column and are about to read it, you are going to read something I originally wrote on October 7, 2002.  In my book, Life on the Gnat Line, it’s on page 517 towards the end of the book and in the part of my book I call Gold Star Columns. ...

Let me confess, up front, that I stole the idea for this column from my friend, Billy Chism, editor/publisher of the White County News.  In fact, I am using Billy’s column name.  But, I have not read a word of Billy’s column.  I will read his after I finish mine. These Things I Believe: Our...

We all have memories.  Some good, some bad.  Mine are mostly good, and I hope that yours are, too.  If you are an older Middle Georgian, you might remember some of these things.  They are gone, but not forgotten by me and many others. Pastime And Arcade Theaters In Sandersville.  When visiting rural Washington County,...

  Whenever I run into anyone that was at the State Capitol when I was there, including legislators and lobbyists, the subject always turns to “how things are” as compared to “how they used to be.” And, the answer from those active and working at the Capitol is always something like this: “Larry, things are...

  We, Janice and I, our son, Russell, his wife, Krissy Pope Walker, and our grandson, Knighton, were having lunch together after church this past Sunday when I asked Russell: “What do you think I should write about next week?”  His reply: “Daddy, I wish you would write about scouting cotton, which Larry and I...

Slogging Through Dog Days.  Like most older folks born in the rural south years ago, I’ve heard about Dog Days all of my life.  And, while I know that Dog Days refer to the sultry, hot days of summer, I’ve never known exactly when they are, so I “looked it up.”  I still don’t know...