Just off I-40 in Tennessee, southeast of the Duck River Watering area, north of Only and just short of Bucksnort sits the unassuming Log Cabin Restaurant. The promise of “Homestyle Southern Eats” offered a welcome respite from the increasing monotony of my cross country drive. Having settled in, the attractive young waitress approached me. Yes,… Continue reading Straw is for Scarecrows
“General, this is deeply humiliating; but I console myself with the thought that the whole country will rejoice at this day’s business.” ~ A Confederate during the Civil War surrender ceremony, 12 April 1865. I admit to being somewhat red-faced to learn - as a West Point graduate and after all these years - that… Continue reading Appomattox Court House
I was in somewhat of a rush to return to Arizona from Virginia when I saw the sign. I’d been gone longer than what I had allotted for the trip. Then again, I had read about this battle on several occasions, ever since I was a kid, and both George Custer and his boss, Phil… Continue reading Washita
During my last trip to West Point I had occasion to visit the pool area. Being in proximity of the old gym brought back many memories. Some of triumph, some of dejection, some of pain, but all of wonder. I recall Judo team captain Keith Huber turning the thermostat in the wrestling room where we… Continue reading Iron, Sweat, and the Way Things Were
I've noticed that where law enforcement is concerned, there is precious little middle ground. People tend to be sharply divided with regard to their opinions and experiences. No police officer pays for his meal when I'm eating in the same restaurant. When my daughter and I ate at Carrows in El Paso I picked up… Continue reading Police
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