I posted this some time ago, but thought I might share it again for those who missed it. During my childhood in the hills of East Tennessee, the most popular, though somewhat less dependable method of social interaction, came in the form of an old truck known by all as the “rolling store.” As kids,Continue reading “The Rolling Store”
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Do You Have a “Loser’s Limp?”
I reckon I need to begin with an apology. Things have been a bit busy of late and my posts have suffered. I find myself answering E-mails inquiring if I am still among the living. Well believe it or not, I’m still kicking. But I fear there may be one or two out there thatContinue reading “Do You Have a “Loser’s Limp?””
“Stumbling Blocks” or “Stepping Stones”
As I write these stories my fervent hope would be; they become as real to you as they are to me. I want you to know the boys,see they’re home town when you close your eyes, even feel what they feel. That statement may seem a bit “campy” but please dear reader, do me theContinue reading ““Stumbling Blocks” or “Stepping Stones””
The Troublesome Red Head and his Family
David Byrge; Better known as “Stick” by most. We’re gonna look at his family next, what forces came together too forge such a personality. As parents, I believe we often forget that our kids are (for lack of a better comparison), tape recorders of a sort. They spend their young lives constantly recording anything andContinue reading “The Troublesome Red Head and his Family”
Is there really a “Normal” family?
As promised, here is the first in our visits with the boy’s families. I thought big David would be a good place to start since his family serves as “home base” for our boys. As a child I knew a big David, and his family was very similar to the David in the books, andContinue reading “Is there really a “Normal” family?”
“Class Separation” In the Lunchroom
The school lunchroom…never at any time of the day was social status, athletic ability, or academic achievement more glaringly on display. I think we all remember the rules, we all remember our little “click,” and we remember there was a social line that “we just didn’t cross.” In this excerpt, we get the chance toContinue reading ““Class Separation” In the Lunchroom”
