Author Archives: Scott M

I am a Southern Gentleman.  I can’t help it.  It’s who I am genetically, who I was raised to be and, simply, who I am. That means, I put women on a pedestal.  I was raised to view them as … Continue reading →

I tell a lot of secrets on this blog.  Now, the time has come to let everyone know my own  deepest darkest secret. I figure I better “out” myself before someone else does. Here goes:  I used to be a … Continue reading →

Now that I’ve made the John Hughes “Breakfast Club” analogy, I guess I can now refer to my old High School gang as the Brat Pack.  We did work hard to earn the title. I think it is safe to … Continue reading →

As I think back, I realize my High School friends and I were the Original Breakfast Club.  You know, like the John Hughes movie in the 1980’s.    Except our bonds were by choice, not forced by Detention… We all … Continue reading →

My Father died in the early 1980’s when he was about 54 years old.  Technically, the cause of death was cancer.  I always told people that, after more than 30 years with my Mother, I strongly suspected he really just … Continue reading →

I will confess, growing up, every time my parents said “don’t”, I “did”. Smoking was one of the key examples. I know this is totally politically incorrect, but I have had a love /hate relationship with smoking ever since I … Continue reading →

I know people today think that you come out of the womb with your cell phone already in your hands so you can call your mother and tell her you’ve been born. However, that was not always the case. There … Continue reading →

I have a confession to make.  I was a Paperboy for almost 10 years.  I still have nightmares about it sometimes. It was a fascinating way to both earn money and to meet and spend time with friends.  It also … Continue reading →

I’ve pulled this new blog together rather quickly.  So maybe, I should take a moment to catch my breathe and think this through… I think the fact that I don’t have to worry anymore about my Mother’s thoughts  and opinions … Continue reading →

Besides camping, another pivotal event happened the year I was 12  years old. A Minister, filling in at one of the Southern Baptist Churches,  had a sudden heart attack and died, leaving his wife and 4 children stuck in Danville. … Continue reading →