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Over It

Maybe a quick post. Maybe not.

MTM's collarbone surgery is at 2:30pm today. It's scheduled to take 2 1/2 hours. We both appreciate thoughts and prayers (especially since MTM won't be able to eat all day. People are prone to become grouchy when they can't eat...........though bad nurses are always grouchy.)

Feeling overwhelmed makes me grouchy.

And I should be thankful.

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It Takes a Village to Write a Book

Okay. Maybe it doesn't take a village to WRITE a book, but it sure does take one to make sure the book doesn't suck. While I got tons of valuable feedback on my book (as well as lots of pretentious/elitist/ridiculous drivel)...

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The Demon on Their Shoulder

Meriwether Lewis was far more human than the comic-book history hero depicted in the grade school textbooks.

Imagine his emotion having led his crew of 30-some tough men to drag and row their crafts upstream for over a thousand miles, only to be faced not with the gentle crest of a continental divide, but the vertical wall of the Rocky Mountains.

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What Kind of Man Leaves His Wife By the Side of the Road?

I adore Andra. Two days before she left for this 444-mile walk we had a surprise celebration for her at The Belmont in Charleston, the first time I had successfully surprised her since the day 10 years before when I made my proposal to her that she be my wife for life. These ten years have been my best years, so far.
How could I possibly let her wander of into the dangers of the Natchez Trace? Throughout history, the Trace has been a haunt of notorious highwaymen, robbers and murderers.

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StoryCorps: Dad and the UGA Race Riots 1961

Because I received several requests, I have included the excerpt of Dad’s StoryCorps interview on his role in the race riots at the University of Georgia in 1961.

For readers unfamiliar with that part of American history, I will give a brief synopsis.

Much of the Southern United States was racially segregated until around 1960. Where I live in Charleston, one can still see remnants of the segregated era, from a separate ‘colored’ entrance on an old theater downtown, to a wall that divided waiting rooms at the train station. We don’t use these things anymore, but the layer is there.

The Federal government forced desegregation in the South in the early 1960’s. Southern universities, which had historically been all white, were required to admit people of color for the first time, and many of the other separate barriers mentioned above were abolished. In the South, it was not a popular position, and it led to unrest, like the riot at the University of Georgia, in which my father played a key heroic role.

His story is about six minutes long. Set it to play and listen while you do something else at your desk. It always gives me chills to hear him tell it, and I’m very proud of him for standing up and taking what was, at the time, a very unpopular position.

Click here for Dad’s story about the UGA race riots.

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