On Christmas Eve 2008, there were just three of us working in the office.

Well, technically, there was one of us working, the other two were there. A couple of the young ladies on staff either didn’t have enough vacation time built up or they were saving it for another day. Either way, the three of us were in the office the day before Christmas.

These two ladies had tried repeatedly to get me to join up on this new thing called, ...

My great grandparents lived on a homestead. They cooked on a woodstove.

Most of us today have no idea how good we have it.

For my great grandparents’ generation, remodeling the kitchen meant picking a different place to stack the wood for the stove.

When I was growing up in Ashdown, Arkansas, we didn’t have air conditioning or a telephone, but we did have a step up from a woodstove. Mom had a 1950s range and oven.

I’m not sure if the gas stove ...

Commercials used to be great. They used to be an art form. They used to be fun. Today’s advertising is boring in comparison.

Television commercials were something to which I looked forward when I was a kid. Some were better developed and more interesting than the shows they sponsored.

Each advertisement succeeded by identifying a problem and offering a solution.

There were a few misters: Mr. Clean. Mr. Whipple. Mr. Bubble. And Mr. Peanut.

Mr. Clean would show up in someone’s home and highlight ...

It’s true that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. And my family liked to go treasure hunting. Often.

You don’t realize how great it is to be a kid in a family that goes to garage sales, estate sales, flea markets, and auctions, until you spend the weekend with a buddy whose family doesn’t do those things.

Regular families are more like my buddy’s. I’m glad my family wasn’t regular.

By the age of 12, I bet that I knew about as ...

We often hear someone say they just want to leave the world a better place than they found it. That’s a great goal, but rarely is it the case.

Unless you were Charles Kuralt.

For those of us who grew up during his time on the CBS News segment, On The Road, we had a frequent reminder that all news wasn’t bad. For a country boy in Arkansas, it was a pretty good feeling to see Kuralt do a segment on an ...

It’s obvious I have to wait to die until after everyone else in my house. Otherwise, every light will be left on for all eternity.

My dad used to say that I could leave on all of the lights whenever I started paying the bills.

That time has long since arrived.

There’s a clarity that’s bestowed upon you once you’re responsible for paying the bills. Clarity that eludes, even avoids, you before the utility and other statements start showing up in the mailbox ...

You learn things when you grow up in a small town. Things you don’t learn if you grow up anywhere else. Things that are special.

I was born in a small town. But I didn’t stay. I left for the same reasons other folks leave their hometown. Education, better jobs, and the perception of more fun.

You don’t think about what you give up when you leave a small town. Things that cost nothing, but are worth a lot.

Ashdown, Arkansas, was like ...

It didn’t snow much in Ashdown, Arkansas in the 1960s. It doesn’t snow there much now. But when it did, and when it does, kids there know exactly what to do.

Beg their moms to make snow ice cream.

It was my mother who showed my sister and me that you could make ice cream out of snow. That may have been one of the biggest regrets of our mom’s life. Every winter snowfall until we left home, we begged her to ...

As a kid, I thought that every family did exactly the same things ours did. That included what and how we did Christmas.

Turned out, there were two ways to approach collecting your loot. That is to say, seeing what Santa brought. One, which was more traditional, was waiting until Christmas morning like they do in the movies.

The other was having all of the festivities on Christmas Eve.

I truly felt sorry for the kids who had to wait until Christmas morning, ...

When you first learn to drive, there are a few things that are, shall we say, intimidating.

For me, there was parallel parking and changing lanes at high speeds. Both of which were challenging in a 1971 Buick Electra 225 Limited, which was one of Detroit’s longer offerings. Seemed to be the length of a Greyhound Bus and almost required an airport tarmac to turn it around.

Driving from my hometown of Ashdown, Arkansas, to the twin cities of Texarkana, Arkansas and ...