I'm pretty sure after God got done with all that creation business on the seventh day he sat down with a cup of Homemade Vanilla Blue Bell Ice Cream topped with fresh picked blackberries. 

An old college buddy is coming through town tomorrow night and I simply can't wait to see him. I just need to make sure he and I don't tell any college stories in front of the kids. 

A man stood in line at the pharmacy and when he finally got to the front he asked the pharmacist, in nearly a whisper, if she had anything for hiccups. 

The young engineer couldn't read the schematic. The owner of the company had no idea how to do the software update. Individually, they were helpless. 

My first golf tournamanet revealed quite a few things about me and my people that I'd prefer to not acknowledge.

(This commentary disappeared off the Keepin' It Real podcasts and I'm repostiing it at the request of a friend. Originally posted 9/16/19.)

I took a break from preparing my mother's eulogy to write this week's commentary. 

If you feel you're owed an apology from me from my antics around Mardi Gras, get in line,

Making friends is hard. But a panelist at a recent event offered a very simple recipe for it.