There wasn’t anything accidental about blackberry season in our family. When harvest time came, dad had the harvest trip mapped out long before the berries ever ripened.

The same narrow country roads, year after year. Ditches, fence lines, and creek beds. None of them were the main roads in or around Ashdown, Arkansas. These were the back roads. Roads that originated as wagon paths in the 1800s, and wound their way through what just decades before had been thick, Little River ...

New music coming out used to be an event. Most of the time, you and your friends knew it was coming and you were waiting, money-in-hand, at the record shop to buy it.

I worked in the radio business for several decades beginning in the 1970s, and became very well acquainted with how records were produced and promoted.

Radio, television, newspaper, and magazines were driving forces in promoting new music. Today, we can open our electronic devices and get the entire World ...

Luby’s. Bryce’s. Wyatt’s. Piccadilly.

All cafeterias. All gone.

But if you grew up in the South in the 50s, 60s, or 70s, odds are you had a favorite tray of food at your favorite cafeteria.

For those of us in Ashdown, Arkansas, it was Luby’s in Texarkana. First, we went to the Oaklawn Village location. Later, it was at Central Mall.

The menu options were the same either place; at any of their sites, for that matter. So, you could get your favorite entree, ...