Summer Boo-boos

By Joe Rector A quick swipe of the hand to rid a deck step of water ended with a painful outcome. The stained wood evidently was offended and fought back with a splinter. The darn thing felt like a 2 X 4 as it lodged in the first joint of my thumb. I dug around but...

Porch Music

By Joe Rector Nothing is much better for us older folks than to occasionally discover new ways to enjoy things that were once so much a part of our younger lives. That happened just the other weekend, and it’s thanks to my nephew Brandon that things worked out as they...

That Good Old Music

By Joe Rector Amy and I sat on the couch the other night and watch a program we’d saved from PBS. No, we weren’t viewing the latest “Downton Abbey” program, nor were we watching another Ken Burns documentary. My wife and I sat mesmerized as the Doobie Brothers rocked...

Father’s Day Thoughts

By Joe Rector Yesterday was Father’s Day. I spent some time with son Dallas and talked on the phone with daughter Lacey and Josh Fritts, a former student whom my family claimed as one of our own when he was a junior in high school, thirty years ago. Most of the day,...

New names

By Joe Rector It’s for sure that I’m too old to deal with high school students. Nothing could make me go back to work a five-day week teaching them; about all I can take is three days of substituting. By the end of the third day, I’m exhausted, and my patience has...

Dream vacation turns into a nightmare

By Joe Rector This vacation was going to be a good one. Amy and I had looked forward to another trip to Isle of Palms, South Carolina, our favorite vacation destination. We’d even upgraded our accommodations and were staying in a place in Wild Dunes. We left early on...