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New Year's luck left in South by Yankees

New Year’s luck left in South by Yankees

Subscriber onlyI've long been told that -- much to my mother's chagrin -- my first word was not "mama." It wasn't "papa" or "grammy" or "pawpaw" either. It wasn't even "pup," which would have made good sense considering I had a dog or three in tow soon after emerging from the womb. I was told my first recognizable utterance failed to bestow any loving label on a single living thing around me. Instead, my first word was "no" followed closely by "why." Continue reading...

A farm visit from St. Nick

Santa’s breath of fresh air

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'McNeely' brings rare blizzard to Arkansas

‘McNeely’ brings rare blizzard to Arkansas

Subscriber only"Smell that?" I remember being asked as a child. "Rain's a'comin'." Continue reading...

Fourth Thursday in November

On SEC football 11th commandment Southern dressing

Subscriber onlyThere are some things in this life that ought not to change from year to year, lest you mess with the course of human events and the trajectory of planetary alignments. And one of those things is Thanksgiving Day. Continue reading...

The glory of cured meats

And the agony of culinary defeat

Subscriber onlyIt all started innocently enough. I simply wanted some bacon. Continue reading...

Where possible lives

And it’s not where we thought

Subscriber onlyMy summers as a kid were spent at my grandmother's package store between Fagus, Mo., and a very dry Clay County, Ark. Now, for those souls who don't know, a "package" store is simply a nice way of saying "liquor" store, as folks would carry off plain brown paper bags concealing their beverages of choice. Continue reading...

Initial shots of Southern Belles

Initial shots of Southern Belles

Subscriber only"We should save that for Lisa," Aunt Kay declared as she sorted my grandmother's belongings. "And that, and that -- my lands, Mom Baker had monograms on nearly everything!" Continue reading...

Another installment of Southern vernacular

Another installment of Southern vernacular

Subscriber only"Hey there, buddy. What'dya know?" I asked as I greeted a young man visiting our country for the first time. His English was impeccable, yet he looked at me quizzically and slowly repeated, "What do I know?" My West Coast gal pal and I looked at each other and chuckled. Poor fella. Continue reading...

I smell the coffee of a foolish one

I smell the coffee of a foolish one

Subscriber onlyI -- like most children -- grew up reading fairy tales. The fantastical adventures of giants, witches and princesses kept my young imagination in stitches. I could don glass slippers, run from big, bad wolves and check my mattress for peas -- all before breakfast. Continue reading...

August can't get much better than that

August can’t get much better than that

Subscriber onlyOur record was 0-11, but records can be deceiving. We really weren't that good. Continue reading...

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