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Mike Wilson: A story about namesakes
I was once told that I was named Michael after my mother’s favorite great uncle Mike Omar, who served as Marshal of Lambert, Mississippi for ...
I was once told that I was named Michael after my mother’s favorite great uncle Mike Omar, who served as Marshal of Lambert, Mississippi for ...
I loved Scouting. I “went the distance” from Cub Scout on the first day I was eligible to Eagle with gold palm before I regrettably ...
As a sexagenarian, I have lost almost all of my enthusiasm for baking outdoors in the summer midday sun for most any reason. Period. I ...
There is an arresting and memorable image in “Sensation of Velocity,” a Vanguardist poem from the 1920’s by Jorge Luis Borges: that of a sleek ...
I shot my first deer as an adult in Virginia about 35 years ago. When I was a kid in Tennessee, whitetail deer were so ...
After I recently lectured to a Hispanic culture class about the profound importance of “fictive kinship” (social bonds unrelated to blood or marriage) in Latino ...
My grandmother Ella was a very hardy sportsperson. She once bagged a limit of squirrels when cruelly sidelined by Hodgkin’s disease from the porch of ...
Thinking back across the decades as we go through another January, I am struck by the thought that Identified Flying Objects actually inspire more fear ...
I was deeply saddened when my favorite comedian Rodney Dangerfield (you will remember him as bug-eyed, sweaty, and collar-stretching) passed away. His running gag “I’m ...
I fear that, when conversations turn toward my historic inclusion on the Hap’s Grill Wall of Fame, I may sometimes seem braggadocious. (Okay, I confess ...