Hooray for the 26th

Well, here it is, my most favorite day of the year. This is the one day when the majority of people are just as Scroogy as I am the rest of the time.

One day more than enough

This is my last column before Christmas, and I figure there may be some folks out there still wondering if I really am a Scrooge.

So, has anything changed?

Some folks may wonder if my point of view on certain subjects has changed since I retired, or semi-retired, or whatever the heck it is that I am.

The day the world changed

On November 22, 1963 – and looking back, I can admit it now – I was a rather naive, immature, somewhat sheltered 19-year-old freshman at Union University in Jackson, Tenn.

Uh, it’s me again folks

Okay, I guess we need to talk about how this happened – the return of my column, that is. Those who didn’t know I was gone, or didn’t know I was ever here in the first place, can go back to whatever they were doing.

When it’s time, it’s time

This is my last column for the Times-Herald. No, they didn’t tell me to stop writing it (although maybe at times they’ve wished I would). No, I’ve decided to retire.