Talking My Walk

My stories and I’m sticking with them

  • I Was a Teenage Volunteer!

    I Was a Teenage Volunteer!

    My time as a University of Tennessee football player The University of Tennessee is currently one of the top five football teams in the nation, a far cry from my experience as a Vol football player some sixty years ago. * * * Throughout my time as a dedicated football player at Tullahoma (TN) High…

  • Memories of My Longtime Friend Stewart Horn

    Memories of My Longtime Friend Stewart Horn

    My longtime friend Stewart Horn was born on July 3, 1942, and he lived a long and full life. He died on September 23, 2022. I first met Stewart when, at the age of 12, I joined Boy Scout Troop 112 in Tullahoma, Tennessee. Stewart, Pete Mulloney, Fred Hollenback, Chuck Millard, Carlton Sivells, Bucky Jackson…

  • A Gradual Reawakening: Letting go of my world-weary blues and connecting with reality . . . again

    A Gradual Reawakening: Letting go of my world-weary blues and connecting with reality . . . again

    Was I cranky? No doubt.? Judgmental? Absolutely. Disheartened? Unquestionably. And I’d been unconsciously operating out of this frame of mind for months. Yeah, yeah, I know, given the pandemic, America’s veer toward authoritarianism, war crimes in Ukraine, and the state of our ailing planet, it’s easy to feel discouraged and even drift into depression without…

  • All alone in the forest . . . yet not alone at all

    All alone in the forest . . . yet not alone at all

    Saturday morning, alone in the mist and drizzle. Stillness envelops me. No sound but my footsteps, the drip of the moisture from the trees, the occasional songs of the birds.

  • Stuck Inside the Classroom with the Playground Blues Again

    Stuck Inside the Classroom with the Playground Blues Again

    As I’ve worked on my memoir, what’s become a massive act of self-interrogation, I’ve realized that my disconcerting experiences during the first grade that I’ve described above profoundly influenced my attitude about school for the remainder of my classroom days.

  • The Ketchup Corpse Caper

    The Ketchup Corpse Caper

    One balmy June night in 1960, a small group of boys, mostly rising juniors and seniors at Tullahoma (TN) High, were gathered at the Dairy Bar, a little family-run drive-in restaurant typical of those found in small Southern towns before franchised fast food became ubiquitous. We’d met there to eat some burgers and kill a…

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