Tag Archives: Stone Mountain Park

The Biltmore Estate

Today my wife and I visited The Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina. It was our first visit. And what a delight it was, too. If you’ve never been there you must put this on your bucket list; it is … Continue reading

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Hiroshima Revisited: Out of the Ashes

Eight years, three months, and six days before I was prematurely born, an atomic bomb was dropped on the city of Hiroshima, Japan. Three days later another was dropped on Nagasaki, and the Second World War was essentially over. All … Continue reading

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The Gift

This spring I will complete my 12th year as an entertainer at Stone Mountain Park. It has been a wonderful experience in countless ways. About 10 years ago I was privileged to work with master story teller, Tom Marquart, as … Continue reading

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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

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First Guitar

It’s hard to estimate the value of an investment, isn’t it? The stock market changes with the times, the value of our currency fluctuates, and commodities like gold and silver vary with regularity. There is no certainty that what you … Continue reading

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Trains, Planes, and Tricycles

I lay awake in bed today in the early morning hours somewhere between 4:30 AM and 5:00 AM. That’s when I heard it. That lonesome whistle; the distant sound of a freight train. And it called to me . . … Continue reading

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