The Haunting of Camp Beauregard

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High on a hill overlooking The Valley is a parcel of land with a preternatural ambiance.  Some places simply lend themselves to legend and Camp Beauregard is among them.  The Civil War campground turned cemetery is a nest of intrigue.



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I have a friend whose name is Cecil Neel.            


He is an auto repair mechanic.          


He is a super guy and a super mechanic.          


Food Defines, in the South

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On many a summer Sunday morning my grandmother would head to the chicken house, snatch up a happy (until that moment) hen, and then wring its little neck.


She would then dip it in scalding water, pluck its drenched feathers, wash it, rake out the innards, take a knife to it, and fry it up for the frequent Sunday trip to her brother’s house for lunch after church.

College Quests

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With a new school year dawning, freshman flock the campuses of colleges across the nation. Sometimes I think that I may have been better off if someone had guided me through college, but then again I’ve always liked to learn things the hard way. So I’m not here to be an advisor, but for anyone interested in my bit of advice for freshmen, or anyone else “doing life,” here it is, Addie’s Editorial from “The College Years.”

Halcyon Days in Hot August

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I can remember the entire summer flying by and trying to squeeze the last drop out of every day.


One Tough Tomato

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All I wanted was a job. I had spent a couple of summers picking up aluminum cans along roadsides, and while I did enjoy the fruits of my labor, at 15 years old, I was ready for the big time; the kind of big time that only three-dollars and thirty-five cents an hour would bring. A boy my age with that kind of summer money was surely just one step away from a mustache, muscle car, and all the girls he could ask for.

Courage: Rodeo Style

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I have no courage at all when compared to my granddaughter, Hannah. Oh, I put on a brave face (I mastered this ability many years ago) and prepared myself to be her biggest fan as she began her college rodeo experience this fall. But I can’t pretend it was easy for this city-turned-country grandmother. 


My Name is Leigh Ann, and I Am a Read-a-holic

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I read.


I read in my favorite chair. I read on the front porch. I read while my husband watches dumb stuff on TV. I read while I cook supper. I’ll admit to anyone other than my children and the Marshall County Police Department that when out of control, I do, on occasion, read while driving.


Taking Turns with Quixote

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Years ago my wife and I decided we'd like to read Don Quixote to each other. We had done this previously with “Cold Mountain” and that worked out pretty well except we were reading whole chapters before trading off. 

Through the Tunnel

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My first day walking into Paducah Tilghman was like going from Murray, KY, to Washington D.C. I went from a school with about 85 people to one with about 950. This was a big change and a culture shock.



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