Author Archives: joinerscorner

My scribbled notes about “Silver Linings” mentioned Burroughs Corporation. They gave me a wonderful career opportunity right out of college. It only took 18 months to fail, an embarrassing outcome I was not prepared for.  Life was easy growing up … Continue reading →

I found a scribbled note with “Silver Linings” written at the top. Below that I’d mentioned a long-ago example – a vehicle mishap involving David Fullington. We’ll get to that after covering a little background.  David’s been a good friend … Continue reading →

I kept a handwritten note in March of 2020 from an older gentleman who had read “Lessons From the Ladder.” Although we’d never met, he instantly attained favored status by saying nice things about the author. In a world of … Continue reading →

My scribbled notes from 2021 named two friends I planned to visit. I waited too long for one. Viewing doesn’t count. I kept a newspaper column by Lanier Roberts about an experience from his youth. He and a cousin were … Continue reading →

My stack of scribbled notes is shorter, but still has a precarious tilt. I’ve grown a bit weary of sifting through papers, but recently found fresh motivation. We’ll get to that later. I kept a sample letter of a common … Continue reading →

Among my scribbled notes was a mention of the Beech Island Agricultural Club. Bud Trulock, a first cousin to my wife, told me long ago about a meeting he attended as a guest. I’m not sure what brought that conversation … Continue reading →

The quest continues to shorten my stack of scribbled notes. I started at the top with aspirations of hitting bottom.   After he read “Round Tuit” Jim Hamrick sent me a real one, plus its cousin the stick tuit. Jim suggested … Continue reading →

I’m not sure when I first noticed a patch of nandinas in the woods near my mother’s childhood home. It may have been decades ago, or could have been more recently. Either way, I was seduced by the charm of … Continue reading →

Several months ago a younger relative of mine, Wiley Kimbrough, was sore after returning from a hiking adventure that lasted several days. His mother, LeSan, said he was “all stoved up.” That phrase is one of the dying expressions which … Continue reading →

As I approached the traffic light in downtown Vienna in September of 2025, a truck pulling a horse trailer stopped in front of me. A message, perhaps a quote from Mr. Ed’s stable, was printed across the back. “Live like … Continue reading →