Bring it on, FIFTY! This belle ain’t skeered!
The other day my author friend prefaced what she was about to say to me by telling me it would make me laugh. Duly warned, I was prepared for a chuckle but her next comment gave me the kind of belly laugh that I dearly love. Author Friend said I was "the sanest person she knew." If you are a friend, family member, or long-time reader you will need
Elvis the Egret Hits the Jackpot
I was watching a flock of egret fish for shad along the lake bank when I saw him. He wasn’t unique in appearance, same white feathers, same spindly legs, and beady eyes. It’s just that I happened to glance his way right about the time he hit the jackpot, struck pay-dirt if you will. While his buddies munched on two-inch shad, Elvis the Egret was
Wayne Newton in the Southern Quote
This half-Indian son of an auto mechanic was born April 3rd, 1942 in Roanoke, Virginia. He was four when his parents took him to see the Grand Old Opry. Enthralled by the likes of such country music greats as Hank Williams and Kitty Wells, the little boy announced to his mother that "this was what he wanted to do." "What?" she asked. Carson Wayne Newton
Popeye’s Got to Have It Spinach Salad
We’re stirring up “Popeye’s Got To Have It Spinach Salad” in the All Things Southern kitchen today. It’s chock-full of nutrition and running over with flavor. Let me show you~ “Popeye’s Got To Have It Spinach Salad” Salad: 2 six-ounce bags packaged spinach, washed 1 bunch green onions, diced 5 slices bacon, fried, drained, and crumbled ½ cup slivered almonds, toasted 1(8 ounce) can sliced water chestnuts Dressing: 1/3 cup olive oil ¼ cup sugar 3
Missing Parts and Missing People
Ever since Mrs. Mamie Lee and Old Man Henry got that brand spanking new Winnebago, they’ve been on the road more than they’ve been at home. You might have seen ‘em. Mr. Henry had this professional artist paint a big map of the United States on the side. Mr. Henry’s map tends to stand out from the crowd. After every trip he paints a big
Kung Jung Jr. — Oh, boy…
Hello folks, let’s chat… First we had to deal with Kung Jung Crazy playing nuclear games in his pajamas. Now, Kung Jr. is at the helm and he could possibly have less bricks in his wheelbarrow than pappy did. I saw a cartoon that had a red-faced Kung Jr. jumping up and down trying to reach the mark on a sign that read, “You must
SUPER show on ATS LIVE today – 5:00 to 6:00 PM Central
This may be the quickest post I ever write. I can type fast if you can read fast. :) 5,4,3,2,1-- let's go! DO make plans to join me on ATS LIVE this evening. My in studio guests are my friends Aubrey Greiser and John Rea, we'll be talking about the Love Your Community initiative, complete with vision and verbs for your hometown! At the bottom of the
Could THIS get me to the Opry?
Hello folks, let’s chat… It all started when one of my lifetime friends posted an article on my Facebook wall with the following headline, “Cold Weather Kills Entire German Flea Circus.” I realize most people could ignore that, but Tanya knew full well that I’d have to know more. She’s wrong for that, too. Not only have I lost Google hours I will never be
Mr. Clarence Tangles with Mother Nature
There was a time during my growing up years in Melbourne Community when Mother Nature started taking her best shots at us country folk, sending big angry tornadoes roaring our way. After surviving a number of these storms, Papa became one of the first men in our community to install an underground shelter in our back yard. It was a big white prefab unit, sunk
Jack Greene in the Southern Quote
He was born on January 7th, 1930 in Maryville, Tennessee, picked up the guitar at eight, and made his singing debut on the radio as a high school freshman. Soon he was performing regularly on the Tennessee Barn Dance on WNOX out of Knoxville, Tennessee. Jack’s next move took him to Atlanta, where he put together a band called the Peach Street Boys. Almost a
