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    COLUMN: MiMi and the scooter of death

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    I should’ve known. I mean, I know a bad omen when I see one. Why didn’t I pay attention? On a recent trip to...

    COLUMN: Cornbread 101

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    For whatever reason, I decided today was going to be the day. Without hesitation, I walked into the bedroom with purpose and called to...

    COLUMN: Snakes hiss me off

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    It’s springtime, and I knew it was bound to happen with all this warm weather we’ve been having. Today, I almost stepped on a...

    COLUMN: Dear Coach DeBoer

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    Dear Coach DeBoer, Even though you’ve been down here for a few weeks, I would like to welcome you and your family to Alabama. I...

    COLUMN: Valentine’s Day – bottoms up!

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    It was Valentine’s Day 1973 and I had a big problem. What do I get my girlfriend? This was our first V-Day together, so...

    COLUMN: Grandparent’s names – they call you what?

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    From my personal perspective, one of the most wonderful things about having grandchildren (besides being able to give them back) is that we get...

    COLUMN: Some assembly required

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    As we approach Christmas, I would like to send a heartfelt wish of good luck to all of you parents out there with young...

    COLUMN: Comics – they ain’t funny!

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    It was a horrible, sickening phone call. Within a few seconds, my hopes and dreams were crushed like someone stepping on a Coke can....

    COLUMN: Common scents

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    My wife Carol has been strongly suggesting (I call it nagging) that I visit my doctor and get the once over. I told her...

    COLUMN: A slice full of memories

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    Decisions, decisions. What was I going to eat for supper? That’s always an important question for me, but today is a special day. Today...

    COLUMN: Old theatre, old memories

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    I recently went to see singer Jackson Browne perform at the Alabama Theatre in downtown Birmingham, and a curious thing happened. After the first...

    COLUMN: Say it ain’t so, Tony!

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    Oh, my Lord. I didn’t want to believe a link a friend just sent me. There is a new flavor of Skittles candy -...

    COLUMN: BBQ joints

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    I love me some BBQ. That’s because I’m Southern, and it’s the law. If you cut me, I will probably bleed smoky, sweet, red...

    COLUMN: HGTV is BS

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    I’m not a handyman. I truly wish I was, but it’s just not in my DNA. I can’t make a straight cut on a...

    COLUMN: The perfect gift – Thanks Harper Lee!

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    I just finished my annual reading of “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Wow. As long as I live, I will read this novel. And for...

    COLUMN: Stop and smell the corn dogs!

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    I drove by our community ballpark the other day and saw that the All-Star baseball games were well underway. It’s hard to believe that...

    COLUMN: Southern stereotypes – I’m fed up, y’all!

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    This is for anyone who’s said fixin’ to, tumped over a glass or rurnt something. This is for the person who agrees with a...

    COLUMN: The 57-year-old grudge

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    Well, the Super Bowl is history, which means football season is finally over, and husbands are talking to their wives for the first time...

    COLUMN: The first kiss

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    Since February is officially the month of love, I’ve decided to put this on paper. Just to be safe, I’ve covered my bases by...

    COLUMN: You’ll shoot your eye out – or something worse!

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    It wasn’t a Red Ryder like the one in “A Christmas Story,” but there was a time in my young life when, like Ralphie,...

    COLUMN: ‘The Polar Express’: I heard the bells!

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    Being a grandparent, I’ve learned that the time between 2-3 years old is a wonderful age for grandchildren. They talk pretty well, they’re just...

    COLUMN: Let your light shine

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    Christmas is known as the season of light. It’s the time of year when Christians all over the world celebrate the birth of the...

    Where there’s smoke, there’s fire… and a lawn mower

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    If you drive by my house and see me cutting grass on a raggedy riding mower that looks like it came from Fred Sanford’s...