All I do is tell the stories, best as I can. My friends in blue, gray, brown, red and green live the stories. So do…
Login to Access...There are no yellow ribbons now. Well, I reckon there might be a faded thread of a memory around a utility pole near Microwave Tower…
Login to Access...We met through a mutual friend on a late spring day, and fell in love on a farm where pears and persimmon blossoms were in…
Login to Access...The lady behind the counter was insistent. Outside, a John Deere tractor turned a PTO that ran a generator. “Can’t I fix you a biscuit?”…
Login to Access...When I hunt, especially in my beloved Southeastern North Carolina rainforest, I look for eyes. The soft brown of a deer in a thicket. The…
Login to Access...Every year, I count down the days until we can be together again. My wife understands my love for the Golden Lady, and isn’t jealous….
Login to Access...A few years back, I accidentally became friends with a producer of so-called reality shows. He and his buddies were fascinated that the man wearing…
Login to Access...He did not die a warrior’s death like he wanted. Every man hopes for what the song calls a life worth living, and a death…
Login to Access...After a lot of long, deep thinking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my donkeys are far smarter than many people. I am not the…
Login to Access...The pictures tell part of the story, but never the whole thing. My Sister the Troll in an Easter dress and hat holding a fat…
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127 W. Columbus St.
Whiteville, NC 28472-0707
P.O. Box 707
Whiteville, NC 28472-0707