This dispatch is dedicated to John Underwood, who called it way back in 1979 before anyone else saw it coming.
A few years ago, it was reported that veteran and highly-respected broadcaster Bob Costas would soon be leaving NBC after almost four decades with the network. Costas had filled almost every imaginable role: He had been the lead anchor for both the summer and winter Olympics, had been the lead announcer for several World Series, and had been the chief broadcaster for numerous Super Bowls.
But that year, Costas criticized football regarding its failures to adequately address the concussion and…
History tells us that a monk named Saint Telemachus traveled to Rome in 391 (A.D.) and was martyred by stoning after trying to stop a gladiator fight in a Roman arena. The Christian Emperor Honorius was so affected by the monk’s martyrdom that he issued a permanent ban on all gladiator fights. The last known gladiator spectacle occurred in or around 404 A.D.
The story of Telemachus is found in the writings of Theodoret of Cyrus, Bishop of Cyrrhus, Syria, and is further mentioned in other accounts, noting that “St. …
For the listener to begin to understand where I am coming from, you need to know how I arrived at this point, the place I am today. But in order for you to be able to do that, I must necessarily begin at the end with the most recent events, then work back. Maybe after I have done that, you will understand. Maybe.
The house I grew up in on High Star in Houston still looms in my memories. …
“Welcome my son,
Welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It’s alright, we know where you’ve been.
You’ve been in the pipeline.
And you didn’t like school,
And we know you’re nobody’s fool.
So welcome to the machine.
Welcome my son,
Welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It’s alright, we told you what to dream.”
Dad never pushed me; of that, there is no doubt, just like no one pushed him. We became parts in the machine via similar, yet different paths. …
Neil Dalton of Atlantic Beach, North Carolina, experienced the breakthrough event of his second professional career on an otherwise pedestrian day in early July. It was the day he got the call from his literary agent, Jan McPhee, delivering news he never really thought he’d hear.
“They want to purchase one of your stories and write a screenplay from it.”
He slowly sat up on the wicker couch in the condo as he absorbed this. He had written hundreds of short stories, some published in far-flung, notable and not-so-notable outlets and some on now-defunct platforms. Such is the…
A stream of consciousness perhaps. But bear with me for a few minutes.
John Kennedy famously observed, “Washington is a city of southern efficiency and northern charm.”
He flipped it.
Typically, people think of southern cities as being charming, if inefficient.
Ever been to Savannah, Charleston, New Orleans, San Antonio, Knoxville, Louisville, Charlottesville, Wilmington, NC, Biloxi, Fayetteville, or Beaufort, North AND South Carolina? Pretty charming in their own unique ways. But no one in their right mind who has ever been to one of them would argue they are efficient.
On the other hand, northern cities have little…
Beaufort sits across the new Gallants Channel bridge
Like a venerable elder statesman,
The soul of the area,
Keeping watch like a sentinel over everything to the West.
Through downtown Morehead City,
Once our home,
And over the east side bridge to the island.
The new day sun hits it first,
As the dawn slowly rolls out
Across Bogue Banks’ 21 miles.
Atlantic Beach, once an outlying province -
Has become our refuge, our respite, our haven.
Dare I say, adopted home?
The waves off Fort Macon Point -
Making sure not to drift into the channel,
The early morning…
The Annual Buxton Super Bowl House Party
Although this story series contains actual things from the world in which we live, such as towns, places, and events, it should be read as a work of fiction. All characters are fictional, not based on any real person, and any resemblance to an actual person is entirely coincidental. The events depicted are entirely the product of my imagination.
The big day had finally arrived. McKinley Buxton III — better known to his good friends as “Mac” — was so excited he could barely contain himself. Mac usually slept until eight on Sunday…
“You long to return to that intangible thing that is hard to define, but you feel in your soul. You look around and realize the closest thing to that feeling you remember is the feeling you get when you are experiencing something new, or something you’ve done many times but never get tired of. These pursuits provide a portal back to that feeling you had; not necessarily a place or experience, just a feeling; the feeling you had when everything was new and exciting and your physical and mental faculties were fully and completely engaged. …
A Tribute to George Sauer Jr.
“Wind-driven fight blows in my marrow,
Light narrows and clouds invite.
Bent by long shadows, longer time,
An old man dances in my heart —
His broken brain rattles mine.”
George Sauer, 1994
The middle-aged man lived alone in a small apartment in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. He had no family in the area. He had apparently chosen the city at random. He slept in a sleeping bag on the floor of his apartment because of an old back injury. He worked at the local Sunshine Food Stores stacking shelves by day…