Great men and women leave giant footprints in the sands of time. Their legacies speak of mighty contributions to thousands, even millions. I t…
“God doesn’t put that much prep into something that is insignificant.”
Twenty years and one day ago, foreign terrorists successfully attacked three of four targets: New York’s World Trade Center Twin Towers and th…
Recently, while strolling down a crowded sidewalk, I passed a motley group of men. I heard them before seeing them. They were laughing and usi…
I saw a music video post on Facebook the other day from my friend Mark Davis. It was Procol Harum’s classic, “Whiter Shade of Pale.” One of Ma…
That evil, health-clinic snuff-dipping, chitlin’-eatin’ nurse who, in 1956, said, “This won’t hurt,” while gleefully gouging a hypodermic into…
This morning I skimmed over what I had in the bank and thought for a moment about the bills. I guess it is human nature to wish for another ze…
By design, it’s rare inside the House of Adams for any day to be part of any 21st Century year, especially this’un, 2021 (twenty, twenty-one) …
I called my friend Fred on Thursday morning, for no particular reason. I found him in a bad mood. I knew this because he said, “You’ve found m…
Dr. George Washington Carver was the scheduled keynote speaker when Enterprise’s World-Famous Boll Weevil Monument was dedicated on Dec. 11, 1…
Friends, neighbors and schoolmates come and go in life. Often, they move away, and their memories seem to grow dimmer with time. I guess that …
Wednesday, Aug. 14, 1945, was Victory in Japan Day, effectively ending World War II, though Japanese officials didn’t sign surrender documents…
If you’re looking for a good read, you need to purchase a copy of “Writin’ My Wrongs.” It was written by Kyle Mooty, who was with this publica…
I am sitting on the porch while my little dog gets her business done. The fading footprints of Tropical Storm Fred are sloshing through. It is…
This one’s for Mary Ann, who tomorrow, for the 44th year since Aug. 16, 1977, will mourn the rumored death of Elvis.
One winter morning back in 1999, I was looking out the window waiting for the geese that always arrived around that time so I could watch them…
Perspective.
Many years ago, I lived in a small cabin near a popular swimming hole. Both children and adults came from all over the county to plunge into t…
There are 365 days in 2021; August 8, is ONE of ’em, one that could take its rightful place among this date’s historic events.
Observations from the past week:
While riding through the old neighborhood of my youth, I noticed a tree crew taking down a mammoth oak. Those streets there were once lined wi…
‘Personal decision,” explain folks refusing free COVID-19 vaccines.
‘God doesn’t put that much prep into something that is insignificant.”
During Bible study this morning, my thoughts kind of wandered. Of all things, I was thinking about watching game shows with Mama some 50 years…
I remember when I was in the second and third grade. We were living in Sioux City, Iowa, in a big house that seemed, to an eight-year old boy,…
Montgomery native Nat King Cole (1919-65) sang about “Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer” in 1963, a life-changing time in the House of Adams.
I was having a conversation with a friend after church a week or two ago when she mentioned her favorite time for communing with the Lord was …