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There’s almost nothing more southern than NASCAR, except maybe for football, grits, and guns; oh and I almost forgot “Live Atlanta Wrestling”. Growing up in Atlanta there was about as much auto racing on TV as baseball and other sports. It was kind of difficult to...

Wait ‘em Out

I don’t know if this was the first Welcome column we posted by George Martin, but I know it’s an early one. My mother, whose name was Millie, was the stuff of legends when it came to fishing. Many a time when the entire extended family went to the Delta for a weekend...

Waking up the next day

Happy Day After Thanksgiving, everyone! If you’re like me, you wake up to this day wishing that the Thanksgiving holiday feeling could linger for a day or two longer as you’re not yet ready to be so forcefully plunged into the Christmas shopping season with the...

Walking in Bb

What kind of mess have I gotten into this time?Okay, I’m going to jump into some bass playing jibber jabber this month. You’ve been warned early. This subject doesn’t bode well for reader demographics. How many bass players are out there reading this? I’m talking...

War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

Was it really there?

Was it really there? Guest Column from Gene Bach Friday, July 31, 2009 Have you ever had the feeling you weren’t alone? When you’re walking along a moonlit path, or in places where the sun isn’t able to penetrate a tangled web of branches on its’ quest to reach the...

Washington D.C.

(Editor’s Note:  Cliff asked that we re-run his Welcome from a few years ago as his tribute to Veterans’ Day.  We’re a day late, but here goes…)I’m going to Washington D.C. in April. A gift from my children, who saved their money for...

Wasn’t That a Time?

It’s hard to shake off the glow from the 2019 Summer Music Camp. Every year is a great experience, of course, but this year had lots of magic in the air.Peter Langston and Tina Webster, Camp Directors, do the impossible—make running a tight ship look easy and...