There it was again like a punch in the stomach another glaring editing error in my news story. I'll let it go, I say. I just won't say anything. It churns and it burns until the only relief is to let it regurgitate with one big puke down the chute. BLAHHH! For God sake it has my name on it, I say. People will think I'm an incompetent boob. But we've had this heated exchange before - me and this ed...

Finnally remembered my password to logon on!With leaf rake in handI set out to the yardTo gather the leavesThat had blown from afar..A wind sent leaves swirlingUntamed by my effortMoments of calmBrought false hope and some comfort. .Waiting whirlwindsTeased and laughed all the whileTo dash my expectationsOf neatly stacked piles..I accepted the futilityOf gathering every one So with new-fo...

As a child of the 60s in a conservative small town in North Carolina, I missed out on the flower child experiences of big-town living. My non-conforming years, much to my parents' chagrin, revolved around "hot cars" and "hot guys." What did they expect with Richard Petty living just down the road in Level Cross?" If you were not a guy with a hot car then you wouldn't get t...