I once heard about a wealthy man who was dying. While his life was full of many good things, including a wife and children, money meant the most to him. So important was this man’s wealth, he convinced himself he could do the impossible and take it with him.

It is October and officially autumn. To paraphrase Charles Dickens’ opening of “A Tale of Two Cities,” it is the best of times, it is the worst of times; it is the season of Light, it is the season of Darkness.

Should politics and faith mix?

On Aug. 30, I visited the Deer Trail Park and Campground at the invitation of my friends Rocky and Jennifer Bilbrey.  This beautiful area of Southwest Virginian land was converted to a full-fledged camping retreat three years ago when Ted and Kathi Martin took it upon themselves to build the campground they had always desired to visit.  As experienced campers and obvious lovers of the outdoors, the Martins immediately chose this Big Walker Mountain area to build their dream park. 

Beneath his shaggy beard, his lips moved ever so slightly.  His store bought glasses rested on his twitching nose.  He clutched the Hootersville Express with both hands while heavy thoughts raced through his mind. 
“They say one picture is worth a thousand words,” Old Blue Rosenbloom finally said. 

I hate being a tourist. Oh, I love to see new places and learn new things. I just hate looking like I have never been there before, which, of course, I have not. I know that makes absolutely no sense, but I just do not like looking like a tourist. If I could be an anonymous tourist, I would be happy. Unfortunately, my wife will not let me do that.

All y’all old enough probably remember old Fats Domino singing, “Blue Monday,” where old Fats says how he hates Mondays. Well, Brother Domino (a pretty good singer by the way) ain’t the only one. According to that thing old Rock uses, Wikipedia, the online encyclopedia (en.wikipedia.org), “Modern culture usually looks at Monday as the beginning of the workweek, as it is typically Monday when adults go back to work and children back to school after the weekend. Thus, Mondays are often seen as a misfortune.”
Well, I’m here to tell all y’all, this past Monday was a corker, according to Rock.

And so begins the panic.

It seems to me that the political parties ought to get presidential and vice presidential candidates to complete a questionnaire before the party nominates them.  That way, the party would know in advance about any unseemly stuff that the press might turn up when it investigates the candidates.

Buckskin Skinner was riding a Billy goat and leading a hound.  Tobacco juice tarnished his salty beard but he didn’t care.  He had to make it to the barn to tell them who was coming up the trail.