Author Archives: joinerscorner

“I threw a rock into the air, tossed with very little care. It hit a limb I did not see, conked my wife who then conked me.” If you think that’s bad poetry, you should have seen the original version. … Continue reading →

“How far is it to Auburn?” I asked my friend Cletus. “That’s hard to say,” he replied. “Depends on where you leave from.” Jane and I were heading to Alabama the next day, so I asked Cletus about the trip, … Continue reading →

My father was a devotee of practical thinking, a man not easily swayed by societal norms of convention or tradition. One area where that was evident was his approach toward buying gifts. He didn’t buy dresses for my mother, which … Continue reading →

Fashion, admittedly, is not my forte. My father wore khaki pants six days a week and dress pants on Sunday. That’s akin to the path I’ve generally followed through life, simple and practical. I clearly lack any credentials that would … Continue reading →

George Bailey is a name which brings instant recognition. Jimmy Stewart played that memorable role of a small-town banker in the 1947 Christmas classic It’s A Wonderful Life. If you’ve never seen the movie, don’t let another year go by. … Continue reading →

I ran a column in February which explored the veracity of an old saying, “Behind every cloud there’s a silver lining.” Working on that piece led me to think about a couple of Bible stories which can be used to … Continue reading →

In the fourth grade I became a card-carrying member of the Dooly County 4H Club. My affiliation came about when Mrs. Carolyn Cromer visited the Unadilla Elementary School cafeteria on a recruiting mission. When she mentioned we would occasionally be … Continue reading →

Some stories evolve until it’s impossible to separate truth from fiction. This may be one of those stories. My first paying job was gathering eggs from a dozen or so White Leghorns who lived in our backyard. That’s how I … Continue reading →

The February issue of Reader’s Digest included an invitation to share a memory which always brings a smile. I submitted one from late in the summer of 1974. It happened shortly after I graduated from college and had begun working … Continue reading →

I followed Mug, our brown boxer, into a field of wheat when I was almost four. She was probably past seventy in people years, but may have seemed older than she was because of her limp. Mug’s hobbled gate went … Continue reading →