All posts by Dr. Sam Taggart
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. Ms. Annette and I have always surrounded ourselves with other animals we call pets. As a...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. Around the holidays I think a good deal about my old friends. In our lives, we...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. In the days before fast food, there were traditional meat-and-three cafés across the South. For a...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good day, I hope this note finds you well. In August of 1960 (that would be sixty-two years ago for those who are counting), I...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
I’ve always been attracted to strong women. It began with my mother, Sina Belle McAlexander Taggart. She was a quiet, reserved lady who dearly loved...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. The year was 1954 and I was eight years old. We had just moved to town...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. As many of you know, old men (and old women) like to think and talk about...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. As a child we lived on Gum Ridge Farm. Until I was four, the house we...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good Day, I hope this note finds you well. In my first book, We All Hear Voices, Jack, the cook at Moon’s Bar and Grill,...
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Notes from Dr. Sam
Good day, I hope this note finds you well. I did not come from a musical family. Our regular sources of music were the radio...
