The Bygone Era of Refinement
Previous eras impress me. When I tour historic homes, for instance, the refined lifestyle their owners enjoyed stands in marked contrast to lifestyles today.
The beauty of a dry dirt road
The creeks dribble. Shorelines drop. Leaves crunch. Colors fade. Birds queue up around my fountains. The lack of rain robbed us of a lot of fall color. I drove through the countryside this week. Brown leaves everywhere. It’s so dry folks are spitting cotton as one old saying goes. Dry as a bone goes another.
The Dignified Mule
Like Halley’s Comet, I’m predictable. I come around to the same subject matter every so often.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: “Should we save America?”
While reading my latest issue of The Stand Magazine, I enjoyed, as usual, the column written by AFA President Tim Wildmon.
The Lost Art of Making Do
He was twenty-six when the Great Depression arrived, thirty-six when it ended.
The Relentless Grind
Winter Haven Florida, February 1996—I covered Cypress Gardens’ 60th anniversary for Ski World magazine.
