R-T Columns

There are people who are so good at it, you don’t even notice. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you know a nosy person who has to know everyone’s…

I think there is a common thread, or many common threads, that run in groups of people who grow up in small communities. In those places, everyone knows everyone. Although…

In my most evil moments, when I am ready to criticize and judge everyone on the face of the Earth, I talk about some people who are members of the…

We attended church always, but I particularly remember going to a country church where we had service and then went in the back for Sunday school. When I was very…

You see the older guy who still keeps himself fit and trim, and is admired because of it.  But he won’t allow himself to be associated with older folks, so…

I once knew an older couple who seemed to be very nice.  Both of them worked in the community and were members of the church. By all appearances, they were…

It was the summer of 1974 and my mother decided it was time for me to learn to swim.  There I stood in my swim trunks, pasty white and skinny…

A dear friend recently brought my daughter some books, and one of them was the classic story Roxaboxen by Alice McLerren. I had read the book long ago when I…

Our first basement was unfinished and old. It leaked a little if it rained a lot. The concrete walls were cool. The uncovered rafters had pretty, untouched and solid wood…

How many of these have I written in the past 10 years of penning this column? I hope not too many. You’ll have to excuse me. This is my 28th…