Monday, June 26, 2017

Memorial Day

By Hardy Jackson On Memorial Day  I think of Max Gillis. I never met him. All I have is the picture in an old copy of...

The voice of the turtle

By Hardy Jackson Was that a turtle I heard? For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The Flowers appear on the earth; The Time...

Astrology

Remember when they busted Miss Cleo, the Jamaican psychic whose “hotline” offered free “supernatural insight into love and money.” Under pressure from the Federal Trade...

Circuses

Taking down the Big Top Back in 1871, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey circuses joined to create “The Greatest Show on Earth.” The other day...

The Masters

The Master’s is upon us. Now I don’t golf. Golf is, to me, as Oscar Wilde observed about foxhunting, “the unspeakable in full pursuit of the...

Cousin Benny and the snake

Cousin Benny and the Snake In times like these, when the people of our great land are as badly divided as I can recall, we...

Reading Retirement

Years ago my graduate school mentor, G. Melvin Herndon, announced that he was retiring. At first, the news was a little hard for me to...

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras is over. Fat Tuesday has passed. Ash Wednesday then Lent. Of course you won't see many ash-smudged foreheads up in Northeast Alabama. There Catholics...

White Trash

“Well Kernel, hit seems like they’s finally payin’ ‘tention to me and mine, ‘stead of you and yourn.” Attributed to Wash Jones (by me) OK, I...

Packer’s Bend

In my column about not meeting Harper Lee I suggested that  if I had, one of the things we might have talked about was...