I have retired. No, no, no — not from the field of medicine. I have retired from practical jokes.
“There’s sucker born every minute.”
Recently several readers have asked how karate is going. OK, only one of you asked and was subsequently forced to endure my lengthy explanation. Such is the plight of a wife, I suppose.
My mother sold World Books door to door in and around Roane County for many years when I was a boy. She has the gift for selling and later on, when she worked at the local Montgomery Ward store, sold so many microwaves that an executive from the manufacturer called to see how she was doing it.
t’s becoming a more and more regular occurrence that a reader approaches me to offer a word on what I write in this space each week.
He knew he was a defeated man, succumbing to the power that he loved, who now had him sitting in my office waiting for the self-imposed doom that had weighed on his mind for over a decade.
As the drama of two llamas racing through the streets of an Arizona city captivated TV audiences as scores of folks on social media last week, my brain shot back to my first journalism job out of college and an odd call we heard over the police scanner.
With the recent cabin fever, my wife began combing through seed catalogs in preparation to start a small garden this spring. We fully intend to force our children to grow at least one item they consider edible so they can plant, cultivate and eventually consume the product of their own efforts.
What a week.
Research has uncovered a new treatment for patients with advanced cancer. It improves the social and emotional scores of patients undergoing chemotherapy and radiation treatments even as their functional and physical scores plummeted.
I like to say I have varying interests.
Like you, I have found my mind focused on thoughts of the untimely deaths last week.
A busy week left my notebook full of column ideas, so here’s a little bit of this and that from the files:
David Edmonston was 11 years old in 1954. He had no idea he was going to be a part of a medical breakthrough likely saving thousands of lives and reducing suffering in children for decades to come.
I am not a Democrat. No surprise there for those who know me.
There is a scene in the movie “Selma” when the marchers are heading down Water Avenue in their first attempt to cross the bridge as a symbolic show of unity. Suddenly they pass right by The Selma Times-Journal newspaper building, make a sharp right, then start to cross the bridge.
I threw our Christmas tree out the back door at 9:10 a.m. Christmas morning. I regret I didn’t do it sooner.
I first met Ms. Mary when I was working as a reporter at the LaFollette Press back in my hometown of LaFollette, Tenn.
Have you ever seen the “World’s Dumbest Criminals” TV show?
In the hangover of the holiday season, I had a rough time coming up with one theme or topic for this week’s column.
Doc: Does anyone ever ask for one of those advertised drugs after hearing all of the possible side effects the drugs can cause?
Santa brought me a police scanner for Christmas.
After weeks of anticipation and build up, Christmas has come and gone.
Yesterday morning, Sunday before Christmas, our pastor told us the Christmas story from Luke 2. This is my six plus decades of winters, so I guess I’d heard the story at least 66 times formally in church services.