Tag Archives: Nostalgia


I wrote this article three days after George Harrison died of cancer back in 2001. (Has it really been that long?)  It was published elsewhere, but I retain the rights and I was going to republish it back in November in honor of the 10th anniversary of his death, but I couldn’t find it.  I ran across it this evening, and belated though it is — here it is. Continue reading

Squeaky the Squirrel

When I was about five years old, my dad built me a tree house in a small live oak tree just south of our house on the farm. It consisted of a well-reinforced platform about seven feet off the ground, with 2x4s nailed to the tree trunk to provide a ladder for access. A railing on one side provided a backrest.

As simple as it was, that structure became the center of my life. I spent untold hours in it, reading comic books (we subscribed to them for about $2.50 a year, and they came in the mail), playing solitary pretend games, quietly watching the birds that would come to the tree if a small boy was able to stay still long enough, and generally hanging out while enjoying the

breeze that seemed to be present even on the hottest low-country days. The platform was my place, in my tree – inviolate – respected by the adults as my private place. Continue reading

Old Faceful

Link:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentax_K1000