Rick Watson

9 weeks 4 days ago
Summer is here. Back in December, the hourglass flipped and daylight gradually grew longer until this week when it flipped in the other direction.  The meaning of summer for me has changed through the years. During junior high school, summers meant endless hours fishing, swimming, and floating down the river like a turtle on a drifting...
10 weeks 4 days ago
There is an old saying, “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.” As I look around our home, many people would say most of our things fall into the junk category, and that would probably be true, if it were not for the stories behind them. There is a plant in the corner of our deck that we have had as long as we have...
11 weeks 4 days ago
Breakfast is my favorite meal. That is not to say that I do not love hamburgers, fish, steak, pork chops, vegetables, fruit, grains and most breads, but the aroma of frying bacon can rouse me from a deep sleep. The only two things I do not like are tripe (made from a cow’s stomach) and fish bait (sushi, calamari, anchovies, and all that...
12 weeks 4 days ago
I have read that high-school students have ringtones set to very high frequencies so that older teachers can not hear the cell phones ring. Another cruel trick that time plays is a sound that only older people can hear. It is the sound of life rushing by. I can hear it as I type these words. Something that seems to come more frequently with...
13 weeks 4 days ago
A sepia-toned photograph of me sat on the corner of my mother’s mantle for as long as I can remember. I would not take anything for that picture. It was taken in the spring of 1956 when my family lived in Hammond, Indiana.  When the bottom fell out of the job market here in Alabama in the mid 1950s, we moved up north so my dad...
14 weeks 4 days ago
It is time to go to the dump. I have my household garbage picked up by the county once a week, but there are things I do not toss in the garbage.  Aluminum cans and other scrap metal get recycled, along with old batteries and plastic, so I stack that stuff inside the backyard fence behind a gardenia plant which seems to be growing faster...
15 weeks 4 days ago
There is no photographic record of our wedding. I had a state-of-the-art Canon F1 camera in 1974 that I paid for on the installment plan, but I was always behind the lens and rarely in front.  We had driven to Brewton, Ala. to the home of Coy Phillips and his wife Brenda. Coy had been the preacher where Jilda's family attended church...
16 weeks 4 days ago
There are hidden jewels all around us. Rarely do blinking neon signs point the way to them, but they are there for those who look. The rain moved in at dawn with rolling thunder and lightning jabbing at the grey-blue sky. It tapered off after lunch, and we ventured out to get a little exercise and let the dogs run. There in the grass not far...
17 weeks 4 days ago
The warm weather put me in the mood to break ground. This past week I went out to gouge up a spot at the back of the fence with my old tiller. The beast sprang to life but then coughed and sputtered as if it had mechanical emphysema. I stepped to the shed to fetch my tools and cleaned the spark plug, checked the fuel filters, but when I...
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