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  • Songs for the season start -- but don't end -- with A for Andy

     

    If you are charmed by Christmas and its songs, you probably have developed a very evolved palate for those tunes you like, those you tolerate and those you wish would get run over by a reindeer.

    They fall, for me, in four basic categories: Those sung to commemorate the Reason For The Season, the classics, the annual newcomers and the sillies.

  • The baseball kids play today isn't the game we knew

     

    All-Star baseball teams from Shelby County have been playing in tournaments all across the state for these past few weeks. They wear nicely tailored knit uniforms, use the very best equipment – mostly their own – and play on fields so finely manicured that they put most of our gardens to shame.

    And every time they play, every time they pass the front road at Clear Creek Park, they should throw a kiss in the direction of the memorial sculpture dedicated to Bobby Stratton.

    They owe him.

  • Bet you didn't have this much fun on your holiday

     

    I looked in the mirror and saw a blood-red left eye staring back. The more I rolled it to the right, the redder it appeared, as if it had been a punching bag for a few of Muhammad Ali’s right jabs.

    But there also was a long, red scratch on my left forearm, a notch of red on the back of my hand and a bruise on my right leg.

    And then there was my wife, who had a large, soft knot on her left temple and scuffs on her knuckles. Her knee was stiff and her hand so sore she barely could squeeze a fork.

  • EARLIER: The world has lost one of the good guys

    I must tell you today about a guy I have known and loved like a brother.

    The words don’t come easily. They bounce around in my brain and find their way to my fingers in clumsy and inadequate sequence. I pound at my keyboard in earnest hope of intellectual inspiration, but here goes.

    I first met Don Collins on a muggy August afternoon in Jackson, Miss. We had grown up 45 minutes apart, but it took a quarter century and 600 miles to germinate a friendship that would stand stalwart to the flow of time.

  • You may have all the answers already, but if not...

    Dear William,

    Welcome! We’ve been waiting for you.

    I understand some are calling you Will and others have chosen Liam. I sort of like Liam, because it seems so unique and Irish and goes so nicely with your last name.

    But whichever you prefer is fine with me. You’ll let us know soon enough.