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The Big Eraser
It seems like the first things you learn when you start school become the bedrock upon which all future learning rests. Maybe Robert Fulghum was right when he wrote, “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.” Paper, … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1st grade, 2nd grade, chattanooga, computer history, consequences, Eraser, errors, guilt, ink pens, mistakes, pencils, permanent record, Robert Fulghum
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2 Comments
20/20 Vision
What the average adult can see if he/she is 20 feet away from an object; “20/20 vision” is the shorthand way we say that, right? When I was a young boy growing up in Chattanooga, TN I would look up … Continue reading →
Posted in Uncategorized
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Tagged 1963, 20/20 vision, 2001, 2020, 9/11, chattanooga, clarity, complex, conspiracy theory, COVID-19, Dallas, farsighted, financial, historians, History, hoax, John Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald, Lie, Mark Twain, moderately impaired, nearsighted, Nov. 22, pandemic, Paul is dead, Paul McCartney, politics, profoundly impaired, racial unresty, simple, truth, TX, Unity, WMDs
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Flounder, anyone?
As a young boy growing up in Chattanooga, I was not particularly fond of fish. My father seemed to be enthralled with eating trout, flounder, and other fish wherein navigating fish bones was an accepted part of the process. I … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged $15 minimum wage, 1215 A.D., 1950s, 1989, academic, chattanooga, Constitution, discrimination, diversity, divine revelation, economic, flounder, founder, gender, Honey I Shrunk the kids, immoral, King John, LGBTQ, Magna Carta, melting point, melting pot, minimum wage, Panama Papers, Presidential candidates, public governance, race, religious, sex, sexual orientation, social service, South Carolina, Wall Street
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The New Normal (Riding the Pipe)
Just over 13 months ago, on Easter weekend 2013, my wife and I began a new venture – we bought two iPhones. And ever since then life has not been the same. For one thing, we ended up doing away … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1950s, 1982, 2013, adoption, Alvin Toffler, cancer, chattanooga, Easter, embolden, Facebook, Frederick Buechner, Future Shock, Hawaii, iOS 8, iPhone 4, navigate, riding the pipe, suicide, surfing the pipeline, surrender, Tennessee, the new normal, The Sacred Journey, The Third Wave, undo
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The NeverEnding Story
One of the most delightful experiences of my life has been . . . storytelling. I remember as a child those rare moments when we would get Dad talking about growing up as a small boy in Macon, Georgia, or … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Apple, Bill Cosby, Brian Regan, chattanooga, childrens CDs, Christmas, Garrison Keillor, Georgia, Gus and Phil, Harry Potter, Hickman County TN, Jerry Clower, Jobs, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Little Red Riding Hood, Macon Georgia, Pecos Bill, Pete Seeger, Pied Piper, Sand Mountain, Steve Jobs, Stone Mountain Park, storytelling, The Byrds, The Greenhorn and the Mule Egg, The Hero of Stone Mountain Park, The NeverEnding Story, The Three Apples, Turn Turn Turn, world war II
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A Moving Tale
I am in the middle of some major life transitions, changes that are welcome yet challenging at the same time. I am moving the office for my part-time job to a location 10 minutes from my home. This job actually … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged Atlanta, career change, challenging, change, chattanooga, FaithWords, Home Run, If, Indianapolis, job change, John Maxwell, Kevin Myers, Look Heart No Hands, moving, Randy Travis, Red Bank, Rudyard Kipling, seasons of life, social security, total abandon, traffic, transition
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6 Comments
Rehearsal (Lace Up Your Dancing Shoes)
I can’t begin to tell you how many rehearsals I have attended in my six decades of life. Play rehearsals, solo vocal rehearsals, choral rehearsals, barbershop quartet rehearsals, rock band rehearsals, country/bluegrass band rehearsals, wedding rehearsals, story telling rehearsals, voice … Continue reading →
Posted in Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged AA, Alcoholics Anonymous, boredom, changeable, chattanooga, dancing shoes, Don Williams, effortless, endorphin, fickle, fly fishing exercises, focus, fundamentals, Grammys, Hanon, harrow, intentionality, Lamaze, pianist, pray, purpose, rehearsal, Resusci Anne, ritual, self talk
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Living Life in H0 Gauge
I just couldn’t help myself today. I had taken my 2 1/2 year old grandson to “the train store” (although his pronunciation of that phrase sounds a bit different from what you just sounded out in your head), and while … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1920s, 1950s, chattanooga, depiction, diminutive, electric trains, Germany, HO guage, mothballed, mystique, O guage, postwar, Southern Railway, steward, toy trains
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8 Comments
Night Riding (The Way Things Used to Be)
Childhood memories are almost indelible, aren’t they? I can remember lying in the floorboard of our black 1951 Plymouth, sleeping cozily on the left side of the hump that ran thru to the backseats; the hum of the engine and … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1 Corinthians 13, 1951, 1963, air conditioning, Alseep in the Deep, Bible, box fan, chattanooga, church hymns, cottonfields back home, Drink to me only with thine eyes, Edgar Allan Poe, Ezio Pinza, Father's Day, ice plant, magical, Norden Bomb Site, Plymouth, Plymouth Fury, push button automatic, razor strop, sacred, The Raven, Tucson, Wing Tee Wee
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George Harrison (April 1968)
My envelope from Beatle, George Harrison, April 1968. There was nothing particularly remarkable about that Saturday in April, forty-five years ago. Tucson was as it always is in the spring – absolutely gorgeous. And the work at the Villa Venice … Continue reading →
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Tagged 1968, April, Atlanta History Center, auction, celebrity, chattanooga, Christies, Cleveland, England, Fed Ex, George Harrison, India, John Charles Thomas, John Lennon, Lady Madonna, London, magical, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, memories, Metropolitan Opera, Ohio, Paul McCartney, remarkable, Rishikesh Himalayas, Robert Merrill, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Something, Tennessee, The Beatles, Tucson, Villa Venice Apartments
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The Lost Story 