Let’s Think About Bullets: Bipartisan Legislation to Stop Gun Violence in America

let’s focus on something other than gun control.

A Birthday Message for My Son Gabe

I was talking to a man the other day. In the course of the conversation he said “You know, my son’s not worth a dime.” (Possibly I had been bragging about my son and daughter). I replied “That’s not surprising. On the average, son’s are worth a dime a dozen. My son is fortunately way

Why America Can’t Be Great Again

Greatness has to be achieved and then lost in order to be “great again”. This is the hypothesis that is the basis of my thinking.

About My Friend Mike Tunnell…

It occurred to me that many of Mike Tunnell’s “Class of ’72” friends  probably aren’t fully aware of the remarkable life that he lived and the legacy he left behind. Mike and I were lifelong friends and colleagues. To think that two guys from a rural East Tennessee county would simultaneously pursue a career in

How I Was Saved From a Life of Crime at Powell High School

This year marks the 50th anniversary of the Powell High school class of 1972. To commemorate this milestone this is the story of events I remember from Powell Elementary through my senior year in high school.  It’s been said that when we talk about the past we are lying. Not intentionally of course. We’re just

Are You Extremely Intelligent? Maybe a Genius? Rate Yourself Here. No “Next” Buttons. No Pop-up Ads

Identify the traits that match you.  Tally the points attached to your traits See How You Score You studied music at an early age. (4)  You are curious (4) You are creative (4) You’re work environment tends to be messy and unorganized most of the time (3) You often have numerous projects underway simultaneously.  (3)

For Sandra on her birthday…

Sandra Mundy was in the University of Tennessee music building lobby on her soapbox. On the way to school she had driven by Temple Baptist Church on Broadway Avenue in Knoxville, Tennessee. The church had a huge blue sign with changeable letters and most of the weekly messages were racist. She was outraged, offended, incensed–how

Jack What?

. This was written for a memorial page that my cousin Kathy Gustafson created on Google In my mind Elga is still here with us. She never grew old. She never gave up. She was small in stature but had a huge voice and a big heart. She had courage and was determined to have

The “Gift of Gab”

This was written for my sister Elga’s memorial page that my cousin Kathy Gustafson placed on Google. Everyone in my family has what is called “The Gift of Gab.” We inherited this from our father who was incredibly gifted. He practiced constantly, usually at the dinner table with six other Joneses who also had “The

In Pursuit of Happiness