Author: Jim Tatum

So I read where a New York woman is suing a bar she was in because a stuffed moose head fell on...

I swore off making New Years Resolutions years ago.

 So we’re driving down this lovely, winding, tree-draped mountain lane, a group of good friends on a fine autumn day during peak leaf season in the North Carolina high country.

Ah, Halloween! Time for a deliciously good scare or two, or maybe a few treats and tricks. But first, I must say this: Happy Birthday, Mom!

So lately we’ve been hearing a lot of cheery news. The economy is turning around. The crime rate is dropping. Retail sales are rising.  Houses are selling. Prosperity is just around the corner.

I can remember my first anniversary just like it was yesterday.

Walter Cronkite is gone, aged 92, wandered to that great big ol’ newsroom in the sky. More important to me, though, Darcy Cors is gone.

You think you’re alone on the highway. You’ve been bothered by this thing all afternoon, but too many people were around. Glancing into your rear view mirror, you see no one else nearby.

So I was reading what my good and hilarious friend, Dan Brown had to say about the deodorant spray he recently tried.

A few years back, I was out walking with the dog when we ran into a friend of the family, also on a walk. We caught up for a few minutes, and as everyone else in town would do, she asked about my mother.