Country Boy Logic

Of all the columns I’ve written for this website, the one on the art of doing nothing has drawn the most responses. Also interesting is that since then, that subject has been mentioned in at least three national publications.

Indeed, the May issue of Town & Country, the magazine written for and read by many of our nation’s wealthy and socially prominent, devoted two pages to the subject.

The irony lies in the reality that as we are either being urged or forced to cram yet more into the eternally rigid 24-hour day, we feel increasingly inclined to give … Read the rest “Four Morsels For Logical Minds”

The township school served two small rural communities with a population mix of relatives, friends, and acquaintances, so all of us kids knew each other.

Judith didn’t look like any of the rest of us. That’s because she was born with a rare form of congenital heart disease that caused her to have an overly thin to frail body covered with skin tinged with shades of blue and purple. Also associated with the disease was a lack of physical stamina that kept her from being involved in anything too strenuous.

Her parents were disappointed that she, their only child, had … Read the rest “Judith’s Short Life”

It happened one day during my military training. Some of us were taking a “smoke break” when the talk drifted into the pity party vein. That is, we were comparing our plight with others supposedly much better off.

That led to one of the guys mentioning somebody he knew who “had it made.” Another one followed with a similar story. Then a third one chimed in about a friend who had been getting all the breaks.

About that time, a sergeant who’d been leaning against a tree while slowly smoking a cigarette, eased over to our circle. “Guys,” he said, … Read the rest “Properly Crediting The Credible”

Every Fourth of July, my Dad told the story. It must have been true, because he always told it the same way.

He was about eleven years old. Family members, friends, and neighbors of the rural community had gathered to celebrate the holiday. There, under a big shade tree, were tables loaded with food ready to soon be eaten, and surrounded by everyone having a good visit.

As expected, the four boys there, including him, were roaming around looking for something to do. Sure, as all boys always are, they were hungry. They had already eyed the tables and were … Read the rest “The Wrong Rocket For The Right Reason”

Honest, I just got back from a good ride and felt I had to tell you.

Back in 1994, I was walking down a dock at a marina in Stuart, Florida. With hands in pockets and nothing on my mind, I saw a small folding bicycle to which was taped a scrawly written sign reading: “For Sale — $39”.

Yes, said the well-tanned captain who emerged from the innards of a nearby sailboat, it belonged to his former wife. At different ports along the U.S. east coast and throughout the Caribbean, she’d used it to go buy groceries or other … Read the rest “Thirty-Four Pounds Of Goodness”

Dawn was beginning to break. The woman and her dog were standing there looking out across the river. As I approached, she looked at me, smiled, then turned her face back toward the brightening sky.

The sun had already cleared the horizon, but water vapor and thin wisps of clouds were keeping the dazzle from being too difficult to look at.

She acknowledged my presence and said she generally walked the dog at the same time every morning.

Neither she nor the large and obviously old dog seemed to be in a hurry. On this particular morning, neither was I, … Read the rest “Steady As She Goes”

Rick called me the other day. No reason, he explained. Just wanted to talk.

He told me he’d finally gotten around to starting what I had urged him to do — write a book about his life. He’d already given it the tentative title of My First Life As I Remember It. He’d told me enough about his adventures when he was years younger that I agreed the title was most appropriate.

I mean, this guy has stories that will have you on the edge of your chair anticipating or falling off it with laughter.

He’s already written poems so … Read the rest “Being Scared While Having Fun”

In a recent interview, a retired CEO of a large corporation said that if he were to do it again, he’d greatly slim down the usually overstuffed Human Resources section.

Gone would be such supposedly necessary components as younger staffers screening older job seekers, forms filled with trick questions, and tests involving play-acting. Instead, he said, all he’d need is five minutes of eye-to-eye conversation with a job candidate to know whether to offer the applicant a job or thank them for trying.

In similar fashion, I can relate to that. As a journalist I had only a few minutes … Read the rest “The Quest For The Best”

Here’s an unfolding of your life with you filling in the blanks according to the correct age bracket. Following those are some general points to think about.

In your twenties? Most of your life has been devoted to formal education. At last, you’re venturing into the job market, trying to find what best matches your interests and skills. Your social life is maturing. You’re discovering the challenges of becoming an adult

In your thirties? You’ve probably found a partner. Your mission in life is finally taking shape, your passions being realized. Although the learning curve is steep and moving at … Read the rest “Notes Of Life’s Song”

Read most any account by or about the world’s greatest explorers such as Magellan, Columbus, or Byrd, and you’ll find this common thread: Repeatedly challenged by what was required to get there, they were excited by what they found.

Back then, “challenge” was a one-word term that covered a wide range of conditions.  Some were expected or anticipated, others were surprises because early explorers had little to no information with which to guide their actions. Instead, and often with loss of life, they had to discover for themselves what they suddenly and without warning had to overcome.

Upon arriving, however, … Read the rest “The Challenge And The Thrill”