Rural Living

The Bridge to Home

I live on a country road out in the middle of nowhere.  It curves through the woods, climbs up hills and dips into hollers (hollows, for the over-educated) like a slow-moving serpent that is caught out after the first frost. I have strolled down this road with a fishing pole on my shoulder in search
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The Air Down Here

Years ago a girl I know made an observation about men.  She told me that all old men ever talked about was the weather. Her father was a farmer so I could see where she got this impression from.  I had not considered this before and probably have not given it much thought since but
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In Protest of Myself

The political climate lately has been at a fever pitch. Protestors and demonstrators have taken to the streets to make their voices heard.  Hate and disdain for the other side has been made manifest at events all across the country.  What a spectacle it is.  I have looked on from afar with amazement and bewilderment.
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How I See It

Mid 70’s in North Alabama in the middle of January is a rare thing. It’s even stranger when a week before there was snow in the state. So this evening I decided to go outside to the porch and take a think.  I have been trying to get a hold on this thinking thing for years
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'Tis the Season

I took a trip today to a local variety store that I loath but somehow find myself drawn to whenever I need something.  My son and I went inside to search for a couple of Christmas gifts (because that’s what we do for a month and a half now). While shopping I could feel the
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Legends

I took a trip this week to a place many folks have never heard of.  My son was playing basketball in the small town of Geraldine (pronounced Jural-deen by us sophisticates) Alabama.  Some of the finest people I know come from this town and I am a good judge of people so you can bet
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Lessons From A Cow

It’s quiet here in the early morning hours at my country home.  The smell of coffee fills the air. The morning sun shines through the windows making beams between the blinds that look as if I could touch them.The television is turned off, but all it will take to spring into action is for one
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How to judge a tree

While going about my daily delivering of commodities to other working stiffs (who were not particularly glad to see me because when I show up with freight that means they must unload it) I happened to glance toward a tree. I’m sure that tree has been there for some time just like the other trees
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The Truth About Home

During a simpler time I remember home and all that entailed.  It seemed to me that the place where I lived would always be the same.  I spent my youth growing up there and I never considered that I would leave.  There was a comfort there at that place that could not come from anywhere
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