Dad was…
Dad was born Onus Franklin Spires on June 21, 1929 in a small town in Paden, Mississippi. His dad was a logger…
Frank Spires
Tomato Plants and Second Chances
The small tomato plant was broken and looked hopeless. It probably is. Only time will tell. But as my wife and I…
Musings on Civility
As you and I age, it seems to become more and more our nature to reflect on how things used to be.…
An Unwanted Garden
In a few weeks, my daughter will excitedly deliver to me an assortment of tomato, pepper and other plants which she has…
Mrs. Annie Mae’s Rooster
In another lifetime, I was a runner. I really was. I was not a fast runner. I was not the slowest runner.…
Calling Marshall Dillon
Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon! Boy does that bring back a few memories. I realize that some of you (especially age 50 and…
Living the Dream?
Dreams. We all have them. Or at least experts tell us we do, even when we don’t remember them. I’m not speaking…
Welcoming the New Year
In recent blogs, I have shared about my love for Christmas. My affection for all things Christmas is well documented and borders…