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
Welcome to my Birthday Month!
Welcome to my birthday month! I decided long ago that a birth day was too short a celebration. I usually try and stretch it out for a week, but this time I’m thinking a full month is in order! Friends, I will be half a century old on the last day of April, which just seems crazy, but you can’t mess with math. Of course,
Wined and Dined Mushrooms
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen, folks. I found some big gorgeous mushrooms at the store earlier, which made me think about a nice thick steak sizzling on the grill, which led me to twice baked potatoes, a fresh garden salad—oh, and French bread with garlic butter… Holdddddddddd it…..I'm afraid I was getting ahead of myself. Here, let me show y’all how to
Story Stacking on a Lazy Dazy Sunday
The man is zeroed in on the Masters. I can see his blond head from here. I'm back porch writing in my new Swingasan. (LOVE this thing!) Just a little while ago Papa and Mama came by for a quick cup of coffee. While they were here our conversation turned to Mama's parents, my beloved grandparents and their camp on the Old River. It didn't take us long
Don’t Ask Me to Roll An “R”
I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I couldn’t talk well when I was young and I’ve freely admitted that traces of my childhood speech impediment can still be heard. I honestly don’t know whether or not I’ve told y’all about the dreaded speech therapist who used to hold my tongue while putting me through his little regimen, but that’s the gospel truth,