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When I think of tennis, one name usually pops up, and folks my age in south Arkansas will recognize it immediately: It's Myron Schofner. As I...
Well, let's just say it's a little warmer than usual, but this is Arkansas, and it is summer. I'm a little concerned about what August...
Yes, this oilman is throwing in the oil towel ... at least temporarily. From college, where I more or less stumbled into majoring in geology, I credit...
"Moments to Remember." If you grew up in the '50s or '60s, I'm sure you remember the words to that hit song, "We will...
I have written about the incident that gives this column its name before, but it was several years ago. This is an updated version, which doesn't...
Well, in case you haven't noticed, June 1 kicked off hurricane season. Of course, if you have never lived on the Gulf Coast, that's a...
As the years slowly slip by, it is easy to ignore the gradual climate changes as they occur and consider that these are just the extreme fluctuations...
I had to throw away the first column I had written about how bad doing away with the U of A tennis program was and how it accomplished nothing....
I remember after getting the logging equipment set up how it crossed my mind: "Thirteen days to go." We had a schedule that called for a...
In the next 20 years, it is very likely that today's routine lifestyles will change dramatically whether we like it or not. It will be a result...
Several of my readers have asked me about the Greek and Roman ruins in Libya, and while I'm not an Anthropologist or an Archeologist, I've...
I think one of the prime reasons Vertis and I decided to move back to Arkansas from South Texas was the climate. It was a difficult decision because...
This week, when I was walking my usual route from my house on Calion Road in El Dorado and, as I turned down Long's Blow Pipe Road (North Smith...
As I look back on my life from pre-teen to senior status, I can easily say I have spent literally thousands of hours hunting in our woods, fishing in...
(NOTE: This is a first-person account of Vertis' flight to join me in Benghazi, Libya.) It was the fall of 1963, and I can remember it like it...