Author: Jim Tatum

Eating a dirt sandwich. Taking a dirt nap. Buying a one-way ticket to the marble orchard.

Life has a funny way of throwing curves at you sometimes.

Okay, so recently I was waxing rhapsodic about the sybaritic delights of tantalizing aromas wafting from a barbecue grill on a perfect spring evening.

Ah, fashion trends.     I sometimes wonder if everything does, in fact, come back in style. I certainly hope not.

It is said that paradox is the way of the world. One cannot have good without evil; light without darkness. That’s dogma.

Is it just me entering early curmudgeon-hood, or did anything good ever come out of the ‘70s? Sadly, I find good things fade from memory but bad stuff latches on forever.

After quite a few years behind the wheel, my aunt still hugs the side of the road. It’s a habit ingrained in her at a very early age by her first driving instructor, my dad.

OK, so with all the Christmas hustle going on around here, I thought it would be fun to see what folks might be doing around the world — if they’re doing anything at all. I mean, somehow I doubt they’re going a-wassailing in, say, Botswana this year.

I used to not worry a whole lot about retirement. I figured I’d probably be dead before then, anyway.

I can remember laughing at my niece and nephew, not too many years ago.