BOSTON — I’m here, but way back there is a memory of an old dirt roadbed and a skinny kid of 12 years old, maybe 13. Read the full story
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MONDAY is Labor Day, Sept. 3, 2018 ... and memories of my boyhood years, when my dad considered raising a sometime rebellious son had to be paid for in service to the family survival, come calling. Read the full story
George Smith's column of Wednesday 12 Sept 2018
George Smith's column of Wednesday 5 September 2018
MONDAY is Labor Day, Sept. 3, 2018 ... and memories of my boyhood years, when my dad considered raising a sometime rebellious son had to be paid for in service to the family survival, come calling.
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The engine in my new-old Kia Sportage is not so much as a whisper. Tires are just about as quiet and from the Eastern Bypass the foothills of the Appalachians fade into a misty purple.
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“If you live to be a hundred you’ve got it made. Few people die past that age.” – George Burns
George Smith's column of Wednesday 18 July 2018
ALEXANDRIA – The low-rambling brick rancher sits atop a hill, some quarter of a mile off the snaking highway that runs between Alexandria and Jacksonville.
George Smith's column of Wednesday 11 July 2018
DON’T ASK me why, but it has come to me that you probably really don’t know me . . .
THE REV. TRUMAN NORRED is a former pastor of mine at Blue Mountain Baptist, was for 10 years ... and would still be had not hip problems put him on the sidelines.
GOOD DAYLIGHT has arrived and I’m sitting out on the patio with my first cup of coffee and:
George Smith column of Wednesday 27 June 2018
Outlined against two oversized recliners and a couch as big as East Texas, the “Four Fathers” reigned again, if for only a brief two hours.
Wednesday’s beans ’n greens ’n other things:
IT IS IN the gloaming somewhere in Louisiana, autumn of 1940, and the father of three, including a brand new baby girl, is at the wheel of a dark-green ’39 Ford.
