Bittersweet Car Memories

By Joe Rector The dog woke me up before I was ready on Saturday morning. After taking her to do her business and making a pot of coffee, I sat down at the computer to check my email and Facebook for news and other things. Chuck Mier, a boyhood friend who lived across...

Music is Vital

By Joe Rector I went to visit Farragut High School on Thursday afternoon a couple of weeks ago for a concert band festival. My brother Jim, who is helping the band in Lenoir City, asked me to drop by so the kids could see his twin. A prior engagement prevented me from...

Elementary Memories

By Joe Rector Maybe our memory banks dredge up selective events as we grow older. My work buddy Steve and I were talking the other day and began recalling some of the things that occurred during our years in elementary school. They came flooding back in living color...

Home

By Joe Rector Not too long ago, I read a Facebook post by Kim Morton. She was a student of mine back when I was young. She and her family are leaving the house her mother called home for 40 years. I’ll steal just a few words from her post to let you get a sense of how...

Foul weather and foul moods

By Joe Rector Here we are stuck in another winter. Punxsutawney Phil lied, although no human ought to put stock in anything a groundhog does or doesn’t do. I don’t understand why anyone would declare that winter is his or her favorite season. What I’ve noticed of late...

Toiling with tools

By Joe Rector I so much want to be one of those men who can build things. To be a craftsman who takes a piece of wood and creates a beautiful piece of furniture is a dream I’ve long held. The truth of the matter, however, is that I am less than capable when it comes...