Jul 4, 2016 | Uncategorized
When I was a young reporter at The Bradford Era, we didn’t print papers on July 5th and December 26th so all of us could take off Christmas and the 4th of July to mark the big religious and national observances. As a kid, the best thing about the 4th was the party...
Apr 10, 2016 | Reflection
One morning during my college years, I dragged myself into my parents’ house at 7 a.m. or so after a night on the town—the next town, actually. My mother was at the door, frantic. As she probed the unprobable fathoms of the teenage male mind to no avail, my father lay...
Mar 11, 2016 | Music, Reflection
I’m old enough to remember… …a town filled with World War II veterans, only that’s not what they were to me. They were my dad and my uncles and my aunt and my neighbors and my coaches and the people who owned and worked in stores and shops. Something like 1200...
Feb 7, 2016 | Music, Reflection
I’m reading Mick Wall’s “Love Become a Funeral Pyre,” his history of the Doors. The book is wonderful. It pulls together most of what’s been written about Morrison to this point and brings into play Wall’s own relatively recent interviews with the band and various...
Jan 26, 2016 | Reflection
I felt it in the warm breeze over snow still on the ground. I was in the back yard just after dark, and it took me back to high school, to the way it felt to run through my hometown of St. Marys, from one end to the other after a date, from her house to mine with no...
Jan 18, 2016 | Uncategorized
“He looked like a character out of The Hobbit,” said songwriter Bob Regan of his old friend and bandmate Greg Humphrey. That is as good a place as any to start when talking about one of the most colorful and beloved characters in Nashville music history....
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