Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how history will someday record that drive-thru restaurants led to the downfall of life as we used to know it. There was once a time when you could not purchase a four piece chicken dinner with cole slaw and... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how much we have in common with the monarch butterfly. Other than the fact that butterflies can flap their tiny arms much faster than you or me (some flap up to 70 times per second) and they only live for a... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how this month marks the wonderful 12th year anniversary since my very last yard sale. That last sale actually started out as a “garage” sale, but since considerable amounts of assorted junk overflowed into... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about the only two personal treasures I chose to save when our mountain caught on fire a few days ago. It was a large fire that totally destroyed two cabins and made both TV and newspaper news. Our roller coaster... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how Gatlinburg sells more plastic bear ponchos than any other place on planet earth and is #2 in marrying people only behind those fake Elvis dudes in Las Vegas.... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how life can be measured by the four stages of lawn care. Friends who aren’t familiar with my distant past might sorely question my expertise on this topic. After all, it is true that in the last 8 years... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how a job candidate should always show up in the right city when interviewing for a job. Before my long overdue promotion to “VP Hiking”, I once had a day job as an HR (human resources) guy with a giant... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about a chance meeting I had with a man carrying a couple of over-sized metal briefcases. I was only with him for about an hour and can’t even remember his name, but I have placed him at the near top of my list... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how thankful we should be that we don’t live in Massachusetts. Massachusetts always seem to be in a hurry and most of them honk their horns more times in one day than I have in my entire lifetime. They... (more...)

Well, this past week I was looking down into the holler toward Webb’s Creek thinking about how food tastes so much better when it is peeled or cut by an old well-seasoned pocket knife. Pocket knives undergo the same ancient aging process as Chinese woks or cast iron skillets. It is common knowledge... (more...)