You’ll Never Leave the Airport Alive
It was the third time my flight had been delayed on the same day. I was alone. I had been trapped inside the Fayetteville airport since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution.
Lifestyle
This Is Your Brain On Drugs — Any Questions?
As I go about my business around town and to various parts of the state and the country, everything looks so very different from the America I knew as a kid and young adult.
Seeing God in Our…Pets?
Today’s post is certainly light-hearted on the surface, but keep reading. There are deeper truths to be found–yes, even in our pets.
The Swimmers of Lake Martin
Lake Martin shimmers beneath a heavy midday sun. I am sitting on a dock. There are distant sounds of splashing. Kids laughing. All the children are swimming. All their respective adults are sitting ashore, dry. As adults often are. There is nothing like July on the lake.
The Forgotten Gold: The Many Uses of Bacon Grease
In the age of convenience and waste, it’s easy to overlook the hidden treasures in our kitchens. Bacon grease, a simple byproduct of cooking bacon, was once revered by our ancestors for its versatility and value.
The Woke Mind Virus: Cognitive Dissonance and the Rejection of Truth
We’re living in an age where statements once considered common sense are now controversial. To say that men and women are biologically distinct, or that children shouldn’t be exposed to sexually charged material, or that free speech applies to everyone — these used to be unifying ideas. Today, they’re met with outrage, cancellation, or accusations of hate. What changed?
Who Was That Masked Man? He Wasn’t the Lone Ranger, He Was Your Friendly Federal Agent
The reason Federal agents cover their faces during raids and arrests is don’t want to be “outed” and doxed by gang members and criminal aliens who, seeking retribution, might wish to attack them and their families.
I Believe in Dog
My dogs sleep all day. It’s just what they do. Except when they’re busy chewing up my 48th pair of reading glasses. They sleep, sleep, sleep. And amazingly, after a full day of sleeping, they don’t feel guilty about it. Not even a little.
The Dogs of War Trophy: Reviving America’s Marksmanship Tradition
The Dogs of War Trophy is one of the most coveted team awards in American marksmanship, awarded to the top squad in the National Trophy Team Match held annually at Camp Perry, Ohio.
Noxious Weeds and Black Mold
There are many things in this world I will just never understand. For example, how is it that I can’t seem to grow a simple patch of grass in my back yard no matter what I do?
The Night the Lights Went out in Alabama
The electricity went out. I don’t know why it happened. It wasn’t storming. The weather was nice. All I know is I was watching TV when the lamps suddenly flickered and died. And that was that.
Call Me Never: A Modern Theory of Communication
Phone Calls: The Worst Kind of Ambush. Phone calls suck. There, I said it. They demand your full attention right now — as if you weren’t doing something important.
The Art of the Cast: A Brief History of Fly Fishing and Its American Journey
Fly fishing isn’t just a way to catch fish—it’s a deliberate dance, a poetic pursuit, and, as Norman Maclean wrote, “a religion, with a rod as the medium of conversion.”
Why Some People Absolutely Love Fishing: It’s a Legalized Dopamine Rush
You’re watching your fly or popper drift across glassy water. The tension builds. Then — WHAM! — the surface explodes. Water erupts. Line goes taut. Heart rate spikes. You’re instantly wide awake.
The Art of Porch Sitting
I come from a long line of porch sitters. This is why I am always on my porch. In my neighborhood, I am affectionately known as “that weirdo freak who’s always on his porch.” This is usually said in a positive way.
Hemingway Reviews: Two Hearted IPA
The fish on the label looked like one I once tried to catch on the Two-Hearted River. I never caught it. I wrote about not catching it. They gave me a Pulitzer for that. Now it’s on a can. Fitting.
The Art You Find in a Waffle House
Waffle House. My waitress has a bunch of tattoos. The women customers in the booth behind mine are talking about it in voices loud enough to alter the migratory patterns of waterfowl.
Why Do I Write?
I’ve been writing professionally for upwards of a decade. And suddenly, I don’t know why I’m doing it. What’s wrong with me?
There Has to Be a Better Way: Rethinking Oil Changes in America
For decades, Americans have been told to change their oil every 3,000 to 5,000 miles. It’s been drilled into us by quick-lube shops, service stations, and manufacturers.
Throw the Bums Out!
A vociferous minority of foreign students, in cahoots with thousands of narcissistic and oblivious American students, continue to disrupt life on college campuses. We need to throw the bums out.