Sympathy or Praise?

During a hot summer day in 1975 in Nacogdoches, Texas, I was talking with a neighbor named Jim. He was a woebegone individual who drank too much. His story was a strange mixture of complaint and braggadocio. I listened until I could stand no...

Blood in the Desert

One night in the summer of 1993, I flew—not literally—from Cairo, Egypt to Manama, Bahrain.  It was the worst flight of my life. There was no danger per se, but it was very uncomfortable in that cramped airplane with air so...

The Astrodome

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1797 Exactly 170 years after Coleridge wrote his famous poem about the mighty Khan, my  grandfather “Papaw,” my uncle Gary, my aunt Dot...

Clay/Ali

I recently went to Amazon.com in hopes of finding a biography of Muhammad Ali and came away disappointed. Oh, there was no shortage of books about the former heavyweight boxing champion. But I could not find a single one I would want to read...

Epiphany

In more than six decades of life, whatever wisdom has accrued to me has been in bits and pieces. Slowly, tentatively, with more than a few stops and starts, I have learned things of value. As the old saying goes, even a blind squirrel finds an...