So my son, my oldest child, turns 38 years old today. I know I'm feeling the same sense of pride that most of us feel for our children. He's become a fine young man. One of the many things I love about my son is his ability and ease with people. He knows no strangers and seemingly finds common ground with most everyone. It's' a gift not everyone has that has become very important in this contentious world we live in.
Happy Birthday, Ben.
Today would have been my mother's 97th birthday. Wishing you a Happy Birthday, Mom, from your first born. Love you and Miss you.
In these times of turmoil, when pure evil seems to reign, I look out my studio door for a measure of peace, serenity, and regeneration.
Another March. Another March Madness.
But this year has special resonance as
It's the 35th Anniversary of NC State winning the championship.
Our friends Robert and Jane are diehard Wolfpack fans,
And their boys are in the tournament again this year.
So, here's to NC State and Lorenzo Charles.
May they be victorious.
And may it happen quickly.
So the rest of us can change the channel.
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I've been out 'til quarter of three,
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.?
This was a stressful period of time in my life. I won't go into the gory details except to say I had just opened a studio in the empty warehouse space on the third floor of the Flow Building. It would prove to be a cold and hot place to work. On most cold mornings I would wander down to Doc Niles's place, Roberts Pharmacy. They had an old fashioned counter with a soda fountain and would serve breakfast and lunch. Invariably, I would order biscuits and gravy, two eggs, sausage and coffee. Enough carbs and warm playfulness to keep me going all day.
In 1982, Marshall was a picture of a dying Southern town. Businesses were closing or moving to the Bypass and there hadn't been a new business in town for many years. The Mayor at the time was Betty Wild, a newcomer from Michigan who had been here for years and had been active in the community. The young people in town had little to do so, in an effort to help, Ms. Wild opened a game room in what is now the Flow Building on Main Street.
Can anyone help me out with the names of these young men who are now 36 years older?
UNCLE SAM WANTS YOU TO. . .
HEAD TO THE HILLS WITH HIM
"Folks, things is bad and getting worse." He was heard to say.
"We best lay low for a time and gather our strength."
This isn't the first time I've posted about litter and
It could be an ongoing and regular feature.
There are many differences of opinion in Madison County.
But I've always thought our point in common is
our love of the mountains.
They are sacred to all of us.
We call our place The Jewel of the Blue Ridge.
Yet I wonder.
This dump site, less than a mile from our house,
never ceases to amaze me as I pass by it on my walk.
This is but a small piece of the entire dump.
Placed judiciously along the creek in the hope that
high water will take at least some of it away.
It appears to be the remnants of an entire house
with a couple of vehicles added for good measure.
People will say, "Aw, who cares,
you won't even notice it in a couple of years."
Or, "I had to get rid of it and can't afford a dump card."
Or, the best, "Well, we've always done it that way."
As I get older I'm finding I have less patience
for people's stupidity.
It exhausts me.
Yet, here I am, still talking about it.
Witnessing so to speak.
Not expecting change.