Thursday, September 16, 2010 Times Change, but People Don’t   My picture there above is three years old now and was when I lived in Tennessee. I don’t need that coat now that I live in South Georgia and my hair has turned gray. I need to get a new picture, but I like that one better and have thought about coloring my hair, but I probably won’t. There’s not…

Saturday, October 22, 2011 What happened to the Yard Boy by Niles Reddick   That twelve-year-old yard boy is alive and well, except I’ve got about thirty five more years on me than when I pushed that red rusted mower around town cutting grass for elderly people. I hated mowing grass, the work, but I enjoyed seeing the result and loved the smell of freshly cut grass. I did a…

Wednesday, April 18, 2012 Sweet Music Man by Niles Reddick   My father-in-law died after a short battle with cancer last month. Not only was he a great dad to my wife and her siblings, he was a great father-in-law and a great grandfather. He was truly a good man, even a great husband, four different times! He was a reader, appreciated a good book, and was a great storyteller….

Monday, December 27, 2010 The Best Job by Niles Reddick   For whatever reason, I remember people asking me what I’d like to be when I grew up. At some point, I think I wanted to be a policeman or fireman because I loved accidents, especially car accidents at the racetrack or on TV shows. Later, I wanted to be a preacher or a doctor. As the years passed, I…

Saturday, June 18, 2011 Living with Me by Niles Reddick   When I read the topic this month, I thought it would be an easy one to write about. Certainly, I thought, living with me has been a cakewalk for my wife Michelle, especially after having been married to me for almost twenty years, but then I had to back pedal. I wondered. Was it? What did she really think…

Sunday, July 24, 2011 A Great Schedule:   If you ask anyone who knows me well, he or she will know with certainty what my schedule is like. I’m a creature of habit, after all, a little bit OCD, as relatives and co-workers might add. The point is, however, that I am quite happy in my dysfunctionality. My writing schedule, except right now, begins about 4:00 am any day of…