scribe. editor. sarcastic curmudgeon.
My affinity for words dates to reading the newspaper at the breakfast table growing up in the 1970s in Aberdeen, Mississippi. Newspapers took me to exotic locales — New York, Chicago, Los Angeles — and opened my eyes to the world beyond the cotton fields, corn rows, and soybean patches of Northeast Mississippi. I’ve been fortunate to stand on the beaches of the Atlantic and the Pacific oceans, as well as peer into Canada and Mexico.
I was born in Tennessee, raised in Mississippi, educated in Alabama, worked in Louisiana and Georgia. (And among other places, I’ve been to Arkansas, Florida, Kentucky, Missouri, South Carolina, and Texas; I’ve got the SEC covered.) A wanderlust for the open highway, I got that from my Granny Cunningham, who loved road trips. My parents are Kennedy Democrats. I’m more of a “good government” guy — but a lone nut didn’t shatter the America that could have been, so I question whether there is a good government.
I’m a son, brother, husband, and father. I follow the news. I
love like watch sports. I’m an entertainment junkie. Politics make me laugh; politicians make me want to cry. I have opinions on a lot of things but if you’re looking for something specific, it’s not here. I will not be defined. Instead, enjoy a collection of stories, links, photos, and videos that will make you think, that may surprise you, that will always give you more insight into something.
I have a tight circle of friends, and we laugh at inappropriate times and appropriate things — like political correctness. I love my wife, which is old-fashioned, I know. My kids make me laugh, and I try to embarrass them when opportunity knocks.
I also love Lynchburg, Tennessee, and look forward to building my retirement casa on the ridge above Cunningham Cove in Hasty Hallow. The house will have a wraparound deck and the grounds will be home to sheep (my wife’s decision) and a donkey (our youngest daughter’s desire). I probably like a lot of the same things you do, especially if they include good times, a chilled Jack Daniel’s in hand, with a fire pit crackling as the sun goes down — or comes up; I’m not judgmental.
Journalism is vastly different than five years ago, much less the past 25, 50 years. Business (read: beancounters’ analytics-only approach) has put a stranglehold on editors and writers in the name of “corporate synergy” and “partnerships.” The separation of church and state idiom has been tossed into a corner, sharing space with a tattered AP Stylebook and a battered Underwood typewriter.
However, content is still king whether or not pencil-pushers want to believe. Content is best buttressed by marketing and social media. Get out the info on as many platforms as possible but skip the spin. Present the facts and let people make their decision.
Within this corner of the World Wide Web, I share unfiltered, often not-so-rose-colored opinions — on journalism, things that interest me, and the pursuit of … well, life. Some days it may be pretty. Every day it will be the brutal honesty that I seek from family and friends.
We will not agree on everything. We may not agree on most things. I can respect that. You be you. I will be me.