Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. This is an open love letter to Ms. Annette, my dear wife. Recently Josh told me...
Good Day, My Grandmother Taggart was a heavy-set woman who seldom smiled except when she was with her grandchildren. Her maiden name had been Nannie...
Good Day, Recently I had a chance encounter at the post office on Military Road. I had gone in to mail a package, and a...
Good day, I hope this note finds you well. Fifty-six years ago (1969) this September, I was a twenty-two-year-old freshman in medical school in Little...
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. As many of you know, I was born and raised in Augusta, Arkansas in the White...
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. Most of you know I was raised on a farm in east Arkansas. My father was...
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. For those of you who don’t know, I was raised on a farm just east of...
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. It’s fall, and I must tell you, I am relieved. Many of you will remember I...
Good day, We are quickly coming up on a meaningful anniversary for me. It was August of 1959 in the town of Augusta, Arkansas, and...
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. As many of you know, I have been a runner since I was twenty-two years old....