Guest Column
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 ...
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. Here’s a story of a couple variations of buck fever. When ...
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 ...
One of my most prized possessions is a watercolor painted behind my back some years ago by an artist friend. It was done at the ...
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 ...
It’s been a year now since my dear friend Jorge (aka Dr. Jorge Antonio Silveira y Montes de Oca) passed away at 93 in home ...
“Desert Island Discs” is a very popular and long-running (since 1942) program on BBC Radio. Each week the guest “castaways,” usually celebrities, are asked to ...
Back when our girls were small, my teaching schedule at Hampden-Sydney College allowed us to make a grand sweep of the eastern U.S. during summer ...
What I remember most about the Christmas of 1961 was seeing natural ice for the first time (at least, the first time I can remember) ...
I killed my first duck, a hen mallard, while lying on my belly in soupy mud under buckbushes lining a creek that fed the Tennessee ...
I suppose I am sometimes viewed as “portly” by those with enriched active vocabularies. Accordingly, my chest waders (to use the nomenclature of most outdoor ...
When the Briery Creek Wildlife Management Area, featuring hundreds of acres of flooded timber for bass fishing and duck hunting, opened in Prince Edward County ...