Raking It In

I hate pine needles.

Growing up in Arkansas will do that to you.

Pine trees are everywhere in Ashdown, Arkansas. They are pretty much everywhere throughout the Natural State.

Pine trees brought the paper mills, which brought the paper mill employees, which brought more homes, which brought more homeowners who didn’t want to rake up their own pine needles.

This was an opportunity for my buddies and me.

A yard full of pine needles prevented the grass from growing in the spring. And when you’re ...

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Boo

There’s something about being scared. Some kids claim they don’t like it, but do. While a handful of other kids claim they don’t like it, and really don’t. I was the former. My sister was the latter.

In the small, redbrick house on Beech Street in Ashdown, Arkansas, the two of us knew that Halloween was on its way when three things happened. The decorations went up, our mom took us costume shopping at the Ben Franklin, and The Ghost and ...

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Wayne’s World

You’d think that John Wayne said the word ‘pilgrim’ a lot. He did. But only in one movie.

In The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, the Duke said it 25 times. The Internet Movie Database (IMDB) counted.

Every celebrity impersonator since Rich Little used the word pilgrim whenever they were imitating John Wayne. That made me think what you likely thought. That Wayne said the word a lot.

When I was a kid, I thought calling someone a pilgrim referred to that group ...

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Lynde Me Your Ears

Peter Marshall: “Why do Hells Angels wear leather?”

Paul Lynde: “Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.”

If someone says, “Center square,” and you know what they mean, you grew up at one of the best times in TV history.

I’m talking about game shows, and specifically about Paul Lynde and The Hollywood Squares.

The Internet, for all of its bad facets, also offers some really great things. One stellar offering is the ability to travel back in time to when game shows ruled the daytime ...

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