OVER THE YEARS people drift in and out of our lives. You meet them, for a while you find a warmth in the friendship, but very few become lifetime. That’s just the nature of things and in no way lessens the joy of such even for a brief time.
GET OUT your bib, put a few bucks in your pocket and head for the Anniston Meeting Center Saturday morning. It’s the annual Anniston Kiwanis Club Pancake Day and you can go early (6 a.m), but you’d better be there no later than 1 p.m.
IF YOU grew up out on the rural route in the long ago when you got The Anniston Star a day late (by mail) and read it by a coal oil lamp, you know I’ve just reached into the past for a bit of plagiarism which, if you live by the word (such as journalism) and use someone else’s words as your own, well, it’s a cardinal sin.
Listening to Sandra Triplett send the old hymn soaring into the rafters at Blue Mountain Baptist Church, a thought kept running through my mind:
IT’S THURSDAY morning and I am into my morning ablutions, getting ready to meet the day when I run into a couple of major problems.
With a scattering of homes in an always quiet time, I suppose you could say this is the unofficial home of Shinbone Valley, a lovely stretch of Alabama backed up against Mt. Cheaha, a place named for an Indian chief and a place of legend, of folklore if you prefer.
IN THE 20 years I spent as a sports writer for this newspaper, one of my favorite places was Auburn, The Loveliest Village on The Plains. Knowing and visiting with Auburn’s football coach, the late Ralph “Shug” Jordan, is one of my forever soft memories.
I’m kind of sorry you asked ‘cause truth is I really don’t have a list of things I will NOT do in the New Year. It’s not that I didn’t try to think of a few, it’s just that in looking back I can’t think of any one thing I’d change from 2016.