My oldest friend Emil Lang isn’t doing very well tonight and he’s heavy on my mind. If you’re the type person that starts or ends the day saying a prayer, I’d sure appreciate you adding Emil to your list of people to pray for.

It’s a song we used to sing at the Good Hope Baptist Church in Clay City. It went something like, “I’ve got a mansion, just over the hilltop, in that bright land where we’re never grow old.” 

I’m sort of sorry I was out of town because I missed the funeral of my friend Cousin Cliff.

Do we really need television reporters or anchors or meteorologists standing in the wind and driving rain as a hurricane approaches landfall?

All of Emil Lang’s friends, and there are many of us, are looking forward to October and his birthday. Our friend will turn 106. 

I’ve worked in television for 33 years, 29 of them here in Birmingham. It’s always been generally fun.

Sometimes there are absolute rules on word pronunciation…....sometimes the majority rules.

Tony Snow died last Saturday. I didn’t know him, but feel I did.

I spend the day Wednesday with 35 veterans of that last world war, and spending the day with them was my honor.

Lessons in praying, 45 years apart.

It’s a new web site look but familiar faces are still here.

I’ve learned most of life’s lessons the hard way, always have.

It’s 468 miles from my house to my Dad’s house in Clay City, Indiana.

It’s beginning to affect nearly every part of our lives.

My dad is one of my three heroes.

A couple quick items before I get to my point. I set a new personal record in the area of gas purchases today. 

She’s got spunk, Cora Kitson does. She had to be tough to deal with everything she’s dealt with in her 88 years.