Has the Dargan Boy gone bonkers? Is he lost for words? Or is he having a spelling ‘Bee’ issue? None of the above!...
Once upon a time, there lived an old man in the south part of the county. He was an industrious sort most of...
You know, Bubba (my fictional friend) and I were having some fresh homemade strawberry pie the other day, with a tad of whipped...
As the old man sat quietly in the corner of the nursing home, I watched as he stared endlessly out the window. Not...
‘History’ is a strange thing. It records the happenings in our world of the ‘human past.’ And there is no more important history...
I read a book once titled ‘Chasing Fireflies’ by Charles Martin. One line in that book always struck me peculiar, it read, “It’s...
Memorial Day for me is a lifetime event that doesn’t end with just one day of recognition and memory. I have a diary. ...
When I was a kid growing up in the woods of Dargan, life was pretty exciting. We were surrounded with so many interesting...
When I was a young correctional officer (aka prison guard), I had the opportunity to conduct contraband searches. In my early career, while...
Morel season is over, and that crop of mushrooms this year was not all that great, but a sandwich or two was gifted...