I have had a problem my whole life with being appropriate.
Life is never dull at Crazy Acres. Just last week we had a locked room—I mean, a fenced yard--mystery.
A Georgia man drove through his house last month, because he wanted to.
Hang on, Berkeley County, someone has mastered (sort of) the art of Tweeting.
You might not want to read this while you’re grilling: Over Memorial Day weekend, an Indiana woman stabbed another woman IN THE EYE for eating the last rib at a cookout.
Do you ever look around and think, “Only in South Carolina?”
According to a recent scientific study, 50 people aged 51-to-80 were subjected to this test: Can you stand up from the floor without using your hands?
Sometimes I think people are going crazy faster than I can keep up.
I watched David Letterman’s final show last night with a sense of school pride.
I have written about this topic often before. My family has a thing for food.
Random thoughts while eating cashews and waiting for a load of socks to dry:
The natives are restless at Crazy Acres, and by “natives”, I mean our roosters, Ben and Jerry.
If you wait around long enough, and find someone with the right amount of money, you can pay to have a study done on just about anything you want – and get the results you want, too.
Back in the day, legendary coach Bear Bryant (Roll Tide!) filmed a famous commercial for South Central Bell Telephone. He looked into the camera and said, “Have you called your mama today? I sure wish I could call mine.” Ever since, some version of that commercial pops up around Mother’s Day
A new Chick-fil-A opened in town last week. Many of my former northern friends — Yankees — asked me, “Why is this news?”
Lord, what a flap over Bruce Jenner’s interview with Diane Sawyer last week.
If anyone knows why I’m laughing, sobbing and screaming simultaneously, give me a clue.
I suffered a mishap the other night.
I spent three days with my grandson Carter.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”~ Sun Tzu, Chinese general and author of “The Art of War.”
I have issues with the Easter Bunny.
A pox is upon our house. The flu, actually, but it might as well be bubonic plague. And it struck down not me, but my beloved.
Me and my teeth operate under an armed truce. I don’t like them, but I need them.
It was only a matter of time before somebody got a little crazy and pulled a stunt like this.
I am absolutely floored by TV commercials these days. How about you?
I took a ride to Myrtle Beach this past weekend. Thankfully, I didn’t have to drive. My colleague, Frank, handled those honors.