A Muddy Pond trip

A Muddy Pond trip By Joe Rector When I published my first book, “Baseball Boys,” I received an invitation to speak at Beaver Ridge United Methodist Church in Karns. It’s the church I grew up in and where I learned many of the beliefs I hold today. The group to whom I...

I won’t rest in peace

I won’t rest in peace By Joe Rector I’m in that time of life when putting up with a long list of aches and pains and swallowing fistfuls of pills become part of the daily routine. Saying goodbye to classmates and family and friends becomes an almost monthly...

Beach attire

Beach attire By Joe Rector Amy and I returned from a week at the beach recently. Our vacations are planned for this time of year because I can better tolerate the chances of a hurricane than the sands covered with families and screaming children. We enjoy traveling to...

Music is good for the soul

Music is good for the soul By Joe Rector Amy and I returned from Hendersonville last weekend. We’re tired of the raceway better known as I-40, so we’ve begun taking the scenic route. Through Oak Ridge and Oliver Springs takes us to Highway 27, where we cruise on down...

We had a better life

By Joe Recotr I wouldn’t trade my life for that of any other person. I was reminded of how lucky I’ve been during a conversation with my wife, and for nearly a week, that thought has stayed with me; I can’t seem to shake it. For all my life, I’ve been lucky to have a...

Joy from others

Joy from others By Joe Rector The news media, regardless of which station or what persuasion, thrives on discord and animosity. Only occasionally does a national, cable, or local station give the simple facts. Even the major paper in Knoxville concentrates on problems...