Rick Watson

9 weeks 6 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...
10 weeks 6 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...
11 weeks 6 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...
12 weeks 6 days ago
 I could write a book on the number of times in my life I have said, “Uh Oh, I wish I hadn’t done that.” I seem to remember that my mom once told me the first words I learned to say were not mama or daddy, but uh oh. That was a harbinger for things to come in my life. My mama swatted my backside so often that dust rarely...
13 weeks 6 days ago
I have had some setbacks in my professional career over the past few months and I guess it is only natural that I would ask myself some hard questions. Like: Why am I even trying to succeed in this business? Wouldn’t it be easier to aim lower? Or, I gave it my best shot, why don’t I just quit? I went for a walk, as I often do...
14 weeks 6 days ago
Jilda and I went out of town recently and one establishment needed to check our identification. She dug through her purse (I call it a duffle bag) and then handed the woman her driver’s license. The woman rubbed her thumb over the date to make sure she read it right and then said, “You don’t look 62.” Jilda beamed and...
15 weeks 6 days ago
As I have gotten older I have found that I am slow to anger, but as I was standing in line at a fast-food restaurant recently, an inconsiderate young woman in front of the line pushed me over the edge. She was chatting on her cell phone while the order-taker stood there tapping keys waiting to take the talker’s order. Instead of telling...
16 weeks 6 days ago
You will not see our yard featured in Southern Living Magazine, nor will you see a beautification award posted by the drive, but through the years, the yard has evolved, and seems to have taken on the quirky personalities of Jilda and me. It suits us. We do not use poisons in our yard on things that attack our trees and shrubs. We pull the...
17 weeks 6 days ago
I got up earlier than usual today. Jilda and I both had doctor appointments, so I slipped out of bed and jabbed the brew button on the coffeemaker with a sleepy finger before heading to the bathroom to get ready. As I splashed hot water from the sink on my face to shave around my beard, steam fogged the glass, so I wiped it with the heel of my...
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