After all these years

By Joe Rector Once upon a time, a little boy was born into two families as their first grandchild. Of course, those grandparents doted on the little boy and showered him with enough love and gifts until he needed nothing. His wise parents lived in a different city and...

A Little Help

By Joe Rector I swore that Saturday morning would be the time I slept in and took the entire day easy. I hate it when I lie to myself like that. Amy had signed up to help our church, Beaver Ridge United Methodist, the church at the red light in Karns, distribute bags...

The Happiest Moment

By Joe Rector One positive aspect about being retired and older is that a person has plenty of time to think about all sorts of things. Just the other day, I thought of Milton Nelson, the choir director in high school. He’s still alive and kicking, so I gave him a...

Dedicated Teachers Make a Difference

By Joe Rector Finding interesting shows on television is becoming harder for me. The programs on the big networks just don’t hold any appeal to me. The news stations repeat the same things all day long, and even the sports channels don’t capture my attention unless...

Pickpocket or hacker

By Joe Rector Amy and I are still working to repair the damage done by whoever managed to hack our phones or computers. New information has been relayed to companies, and I hope before long we can once again get on with our lives. For the life of me, I can’t get used...

A yard, not a lawn

By Joe Rector I’m sitting at my desk and looking out at the backyard and into the field that is fenced behind. The place used to be cleaned up enough to see the concrete block barn that Mr. Roberts built. Now, a wide swath is overgrown with a thick, “junk” green hedge...