Golf Buddies

Golf Buddies By Joe Rector I started playing golf after I married Amy. Her Poppa played and wanted me to go with him. I enjoyed the time with him, but my game was filled with hacks at the ball and worm burners that rolled along the fairways. At other times, the...

Banning knowledge

Banning knowledge By Joe Rector Let’s get this out front first: I spent my working years as a high school English teacher. It was a good job, and what made it a wonderful one was the interactions with high school students as I taught them grammar, writing, and...

Messing with Companies

Messing with Companies By Joe Rector All of us usually admire dogged determination. However, when that characteristic is displayed by some companies, it makes our blood pressures rise to stroke levels. I’ve run into several of those annoying situations lately, and...

My Rebel Life

By Joe Rector The picture with my column is several years old. I’m not sure anyone would recognize me now, although I don’t think I’ve changed one bit. Readers don’t much care what a writer looks like as long as the man or woman has something interesting to say. I’m...

Geriatric concert with Keb’ Mo’

By Joe Rector I had no idea who Keb’ Mo’ was, not until Covid hit and drove us all inside. Amy and I made a habit of watching “The Opry” every Saturday night, and on one show the man was performing with Vince Gill. Since that minute, I’ve enjoyed Keb’ Mo’, and he’s...

Groupie

By Joe Rector I received a friend request the other day. I recognized the name but wasn’t sure if the request came from the person or was a way for some hacker to enter my account. So, I wrote to the person and asked him a question. He was unable to give me the answer...