I Refuse to Grow Up

“I may be growing older, but I refuse to grow up.” Many of us have seen that slogan on bumper stickers and T-shirts. For me, it is more than a slogan; it’s a mantra, a way of life.We often hear someone express regrets along the lines of “I hate to miss the...

I Refuse to Grow Up

“I may be growing older, but I refuse to grow up.” Many of us have seen that slogan on bumper stickers and T-shirts. For me, it is more than a slogan; it’s a mantra, a way of life. We often hear someone express regrets along the lines of “I hate to miss the...

I wonder…

(Editor’s Note…After posting other people’s Welcome columns for twelve or thirteen years now, I find myself attempting to hone in on the raison d’être of our various writers.  Why do they do it?  Is there some theme that they return...

I wonder…

Finally, it’s starting to get cold in the mornings. We still haven’t had any moisture, but we are getting the lower temperatures. Good, I’m glad it’s cold. It’s about time. I say that now because it’s only been cold for a short period of time. I’m willing to bet you...

Momma Don’t Allow….

I know of one talented washtub bass player that when attending festivals, would sneak up on a group that didn’t have a bass, hide behind a car so as not to break up the jam, and play until they would notice and start asking. “Who’s playing the...