Toby is short and round in the middle and somewhere a little north of 80 years old. Thick swirls of grey hair protrude out from under his Indiana Jones style… Read more »
It hit 50° this morning. It caught me a little off guard when I stepped out of the house in my T-shirt. I knew it was supposed to cool off… Read more »
It’s a Sunday morning. I have just driven about 60 miles through the Georgia countryside. Tired barbed wire fences defining the boundaries for small herds of cows slowly making their… Read more »
I am in Tennessee looking at knives in a store the size of a major league ballpark. Three stories: a little bit of camo and hunting gear; one counter for… Read more »
Fargo, GA – Population 250 not counting numerous dogs, feral cats, and nearby gators. Set along the banks of the Suwannee River, Fargo is known as the western gateway to… Read more »
Seven of us guys were sitting around the table on Tuesday night. We don’t really know what to call ourselves. A ‘men’s group’ is about as glib and accurate as… Read more »
The tomato plants at my house are playing out too soon. The leaf wilt has taken over. I’m praying that the harvest will continue. I love a good tomato. Even… Read more »
Homemade Ice Cream is the sort of thing that makes grown men weep for joy. Plenty of half and half cream. Eagle Brand condensed milk. Lawd, I almost cut my… Read more »
Most men talk about their love affair with dogs. My own affair is with a tractor. Dogs are fur balls of joy. Tractors are just machines. Dogs have a heart… Read more »