Overturning tables — and misconceptions

By John Pierce My parents, other relatives, neighbors, school teachers and church leaders taught me to value good manners. I still do (except when driving). I try to speak kindly to others, to be gracious in social settings and to be mindful enough to hold the door...

Shelves full of memories

By John Pierce Word out of Catoosa County, Ga., is that Carlock’s Food King is closing. If you’ve never lived around there that news is irrelevant. But those of us who consider the Boynton Community to be home are feeling a sense of loss. The Boynton of my...

Life Lessons from Sonny the Shoeshine

By John Pierce “Sing it, Aretha!” said Sonny as he swiped the first layer of wax across the toe of my shoe. The Queen of Soul was bellowing from his portable radio next to a box filled with polish, brushes and rags. “I heard she called off her...

Truth beyond the literal

By John Pierce “I literally laughed my head off.” No, you didn’t. “I literally died laughing.” No, you didn’t. No decapitation, nor death in any form by cachinnation. But, truthfully, you still laughed very hard. But literal means,...

Just stylin’

By John Pierce A neatly-dressed man in a crisp Pittsburgh Pirates cap and I struck up a casual conversation. Eventually I made some comment about his cap — and the challenges the team it represents has faced in recent years. Smaller-market teams just don’t...