Remembering Pearl Harbor

Pearl Harbor has been much on my mind lately. For one thing, December 7 fell on a Sunday this year. I don’t remember the last time that happened, and usually I’ve simply taken a moment from a normal weekday to offer a silent toast to those who were there when World...

Canning Time

Okay, maybe I was unfair to the Home Canning Lobby when I made disparaging remarks in my column about the wax beans and tomatoes I had to eat as a kid. I am not against canning. It was only a few years ago I last spent an entire July weekend joyfully peeling, cooking,...

End of Summer

Have you ever noticed that every year in late August there seems to be one specific moment when summer is over? Suddenly, there’s a new smell in the air, a haze in the light that wasn’t there before, and things we’ve been hearing all summer suddenly have a different...

Dog Days

Dog Days. The words bring back images painted by the elders of my youth, visions of illnesses that you got only in the desperate heat of late summer. Dog Days back then was all about some vague malady that came from dogs and found its way into the lakes, ponds,...

Dad Saw an Ivorybill

Recent news from Bayou DeView, Arkansas, would have had my dad dancing in the street. The news had nothing to do with the town itself. Actually, the place is so small that apparently both Rand and McNally decided it wasn’t worth putting on the map. What happened in...

Mom’s Wash Day

I got another blast from the dark ages of my youth the other day when my wife asked me to take some things out of the clothes dryer while she was running errands. “The dryer is set on ‘damp dry’ so they won’t wrinkle,” she said, “so be sure to take them out and hang...