Silver Eagle Saturday Nights
On Saturday nights, I followed Dad to the basement, the crack of the break shot and the hum of country music turning those Saturdays into the safest place I knew. [Continue Reading]
On Saturday nights, I followed Dad to the basement, the crack of the break shot and the hum of country music turning those Saturdays into the safest place I knew. [Continue Reading]
The picture above is of my mom and dad and was taken not long after they were married. Way back [Continue Reading]
There are certain commercials that stick with you. Not because they’re flashy or clever, but because they tap into something [Continue Reading]
For years I’ve jokingly told people that Dale Earnhardt and Conway Twitty were my heroes. But the truth is, my [Continue Reading]
On these cold February evenings when it’s too chilly to sit outside on the porch, I think back to the [Continue Reading]
When I was growing up, Mom had breakfast on the table every morning. As sure as the sun rises in [Continue Reading]
It was the kind of night that sticks with you. The kind where the air feels electric and the world [Continue Reading]
By the fall of 1986, my thoughts were starting to turn to the coming Christmas season, and anticipation was starting [Continue Reading]
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