By BILL DUNCAN
The Elder Statesman
Old age has some advantages not just aches and pains. The other day in a supermarket I was wiling away time while my wife shopped and I noticed activity in a particular aisle. I wandered over to see what the fuss was about. A mother was arguing with her teenage son [...]
By BILL DUNCAN
The Elder Statesman
My mother said she believed Gabriel Heater, a radio newscaster in the 1940s was partially responsible for my father’s death at age 59 during World War II.
My father had six sons, all within the age of military service. Nightly, he would be glued to the radio for news of the war [...]
By BILL DUNCAN
The Elder Statesman
If today, my feet were not planted on this earth, I’d like to just have a peek on heaven’s scenes to witness Liz Carpenter greeting Viola Jane Wilborn Lewis for a rousing howl at the moon. Liz Carpenter is the godmother of the Bay-at-the-Moon Clubs of America. Liz an earthy, tart-tongued [...]
By BILL DUNCAN
The Elder Statesman
I have to eat crow. Ever since I lost my favorite writing tool – the Underwood #5 typewriter – I have cursed computers and every attached electronic marvel that has made my life miserable. But, on this occasion, I have to eat crow. Saturday as I was about to write [...]
