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We're all fat now

When I was a kid, I was beyond skinny. I was a beanpole, a stick, a rail of a boy who could eat and eat and still be blown over by a strong March wind. Calories weren't my problem. In fact, calories meant one thing to me: "fat people." In my partial view of reality, the only people who talked about calories were "fat people." March forward a few too many decades, and I'm talking about calories, and I'm one of those "fat people." Maybe you are too? We're all fat now, from what I read ...

June 28, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


Lower your windows

We live in sealed houses, ride in sealed cars, shop in sealed stores and generally live our lives isolated from the ugly, mean, cruel outdoors. We love our air conditioning, and our air filters, and those little dispensers that spray nice smelling air into our lives, but we might as well be on Mars, ensconced in a terrarium just like some fancy turtle that can do long division. If we claim our lives "are a zoo," is it any wonder? We've built an indoor zoo and we live there year 'round, caged for our own protection.

June 14, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


My shampoo doesn't trust me

Okay. I know shampoo isn't a sentient product with a mind of its own, so we can both agree that any statement about it lacking "trust" is just poetic license. Well, I'm fine with that because I've always wanted to be a poet, and I wondered where the licensing bureau was. Now, back to the shampoo. My fancy shampoo has a little electronic tag on it that says it's being "protected." The store that sold it to me most likely put the little tag on it so no one could stick the big bottle of coconut ...

May 31, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


Learning the ancient lands

All around are stones. The buildings are mason-crafted from sandstone. Many of the street walks are cobbled in smooth rock. And the land of Edinburgh is itself a mass of stone, a fortress of a city spied upon by the castle at the heights. This is Scotland's capital, and it's been my temporary home for a week after an overnight sleeper train from London. E dinburgh is Scotland, and Scotland has been a mystery all my life, until now. It's not that I have decoded all of Scotland's mysteries; it's just that the land and ...

May 17, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


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McCoy: Ultimate power

I really liked the music playing in the restaurant. The songs were classics from the '70s and '80s, including a good number of New Wave tunes - Blondie being the best example. I asked my server about the station, and she said, it was the owner's favorite, and later, told me that if they tried to change it, (the owner) would fire us.

April 12, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


Burnham: A true disciple

A true disciple of Christ has more to do than just be a faithful follower.

April 11, 2015 | David McCoy | Columnists


Easter memories

Many of you of a certain age will remember Kessler's Department store in downtown Atlanta. I never shopped there, but I loved the Easter ads that would come on television, interrupting my mindless enjoyment of Gilligan's Island, Leave it To Beaver, and all the other shows that Ted Turner gave us before he became a famous Montana rancher. A girl's voice - pleasant and youthful - would tell us how nice we'd look in our new Easter clothing, if we'd just venture down to Kessler's and make a purchase. The Kessler's ad was an Easter ...

April 05, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


Barbed wire wrapped in seersucker

Years ago, I read Road and Track magazine every month, drooling on the pages as I admired creations by Lotus, BMW, Ferrari, Mercedes and most every foreign manufacturer except for a few who made cars out of egg crates and powered them with mice on treadmills. I was a self-professed car nut, and I could own any auto I wanted, in my mind. And the mind - unlike the real world - was a great place to own some of these cars: no maintenance schedules, no repair bills, no oil leaks, no insurance. One of the best parts of Road and Track ...

March 29, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


McCoy: Passion on display

A few years ago, I overheard someone stating his view on books. "Oh, we don't have books in our house. We don't read." I didn't faint, but my heart rate did drop to a dangerous level that would make a pricey surgeon call her local Mercedes dealership to check out the lease rates. "No books? None?" I couldn't imagine this kind of house. What would they put on their bookcases? Clown figurines? Pictures of cats? Maybe they don't even own bookcases! I really couldn't make sense of this statement. No books? Why would you ...

March 01, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


The other side of humor

Barbed wire wrapped in seersucker

February 15, 2015 | David McCoy | LIVING


Celebrating the tiniest things

Complaining is a snap! If America were to hold a Complaining Olympics, I'm certain I'd have a shot at gold for most of the indoor events. Complaining is natural and highly contagious, like Ebola, or some of those sniffles the birdies and piggies are trying to give us. So, what do we do about it? Do we keep complaining, or do we start to call out life's joys as a bit of neuro-linguistic programming to change our wicked ways? Let's try that. Let's start celebrating tiny little things that matter to us. I'll go ...

June 19, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


How much longer, Alice?

Alice is dead. The housekeeper in the center square of mod sitcom entertainment has passed away at 88, leaving her Brady Bunch without their rudder.

June 07, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


Scallions and Gasoline

Scallions and green onions remind me of sweat and gasoline, so is it any wonder that I retch when someone serves me a meal "flavored" with them? Mowing the grass at my Grandmother's house - decades ago when I was a kid - I would guide the old Snapper around the big yard, cutting grass and about half a million wild onions that pretended to be fescue. These obnoxious green demons would slice and dice under the mower's blade and blend with the smell of gasoline, grease, red clay, and my own sweat. As I powered the mower around the ...

May 08, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


The rusty mental camera

I love to explore historical towns. I especially enjoy comparing old town photos to the current locations. Hanging on the walls in Gritz Family Restaurant in McDonough are photos of the old city. Could some of my relatives be in these photos? The specific picture I examined was an aerial photo covering a huge swath of the town square.

April 29, 2014 | David McCoy | Columnists


Vacation Tips for 2014

I'm not going to tell you where to go on your next vacation, but I will give you some advice so you'll enjoy your time away a bit more. See, I took a little vacation out to Phoenix, and I figure the best advice I can give is to just tell you what I did. And then you can do the exact opposite.

April 22, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


Tax time follies

By the time you read this, our annual day of taxation will have come and gone, and you'll have already kissed your money bye-bye as you mailed the government your "fair share" of sweat and tears. But instead of dwelling on the rising tax rate or the marvelously insane tax code, let's try to do something fun with this annual nightmare. Let's imagine where our money is going!

April 15, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


The End of a Good Joke

I bet you haven't gone a month in your life without hearing someone ask, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" People love jokes – the cornier the better – and that old poultry joke just keeps popping up. But I think this yuk-yuk might finally be reaching the end of its shelf life.

April 08, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


Forget about your perfect world

"What would a perfect world look like?" This seems like such a simple question, doesn't it? We think we know what "perfection" means, but let's play a game just to see how difficult this concept really is. We'll start with a simple test: "Would a perfect world have termites?" My wife used to joke about termites "cranking up their little bulldozers" and starting to work. We laughed about that, but we had no problem spraying the little buggers silly when they invaded a spot in our garage. In my perfect world, I wouldn't have to worry ...

March 25, 2014 | David McCoy | LIVING


Who's feeling naked?

An officer of the law asked if he could share the table where I was chowing down on a mound of North Georgia BBQ. It was a big table, and the joint was packed, so the other diners and I scooted over and let our new guest settle in. "Y'all aren't carrying guns, are ya?" asked the man in uniform. When we assured him we'd left our firearms at home, he said, "I feel naked if I don't have my gun with me." We ate, enjoying our small talk and the best BBQ I've eaten ...

March 18, 2014 | David McCoy | Columnists


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