For the sake of my son Gideon (age 12), I strain my brain each week to make this column something zany and irreverent instead of soberly persuasive.
According to a May 11 United Press International news story, Democratic presidential frontrunner Hillary Clinton promised a radio interviewer that, if elected, she would release government records related to Area 51.
Whether I was a preschooler hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, a young adult spelunking in Kentucky’s Mammoth Cave or a father introducing his son to Shiloh National Military Park, I always felt I could enjoy America’s treasures without too much intrusion from Madison Avenue.
According to the Encyclopedia of Alabama website, Decoration Day is “an annual observance at many privately owned Southern graveyards, during which families gather to clean up the graveyard, reconnect with family and honor the memories of their ancestors.”
Shall we gather at the guillotine? Shall we gather at the guillotine?
To satirize, or not to satirize. That is the question.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I’ve been living it down since I was 9 or 10 years old.
I’m guessing my late father felt more empathy for me than he let on, back in 1981 when my girlfriend unceremoniously broke up with me.
“Tell me, Hank, whyyyyyy do you drink…?” In one of his signature songs, country music superstar Hank Williams, Jr. uses “family tradition” to answer that question; but for the past several years, lots of other people have answered “for my health.”
I really should be prejudiced against this week’s topic, but I’m not.
You can double-check me on this — but when Phil Harris recorded “That’s What I Like About The South,” he never once made mention of tornadoes.
Far out! Only a jive turkey would pass up the chance to read the Huffington Post article “14 Teen Slang Terms Decoded For Middle-Age Parents.”
It’s time to do some quality control on elves, goblins and trolls.
