Monthly Archives: August 2009

Sometimes Your Writing Comes Back To Haunt You Before I read Deliverance, before I saw the movie, I heard James Dickey read from his novel one evening at the University of South Carolina’s Longstreet Theater, a fitting place. Augustus Baldwin … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah The summer of 1966. August to be precise. Sixteen seniors in the class of ’67 were preparing for their final season of football. The year before, the Lincolnton Red Devils had won eight games, lost one, and … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah Email. Laptops, iMacs, and Smart Phones Dick Tracy would envy. Hear that noise? It’s a chorus of tapping keys that ranks among the country’s more common workday sounds. Welcome to the Information Age and the kingdom of … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah Photo by Tom Poland I was on my way to buy sunflower seeds for my bird feeders, which the squirrels, especially, appreciate. Along the way, a vagabond perched near the interstate holding a sign, “Will work for … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah The Giving Tree Growing up, two sounds greeted me upon awakening each morning. Close by, the snarl of chainsaws being tested at Dad’s shop rose and fell like some prehistoric cicada. More distant was the drone of … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah A Blind, Unkind Law In the summer of 2008, a manuscript crossed my desk. Sylvia, a mother in need of an editor, had written a 200-page memoir about her son’s battle with Bipolar disorder. You may know … Continue reading →

Across The Savannah Don’t Kill The Messenger Stirring the pot. Not my thing. When it comes to writing these columns, I have one rule: nothing too controversial. You won’t see me writing much, if anything, about religion, gun control, race, … Continue reading →