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 ...
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David McCoy is taking a break. This column originally ran Feb. 12, 2010.
Editor's note: Columnist David McCoy is taking a break. This column was originally published in July, 2011.
It's been almost five years since I started Pecan Pie for the Mind, and I've finally succumbed to the classic "writing about writing" device that so many use to rattle off a quick column.
It's really hard to hear people sometimes, isn't it?
My recent "do-it-yourself" oil change debacle brought me to a painful crossroads: Do I keep fiddling with this myself, or do I let a professional help me?
The U.S. government has stopped working, and that really ticks me off.
I've met some nice people in my 53 years: people who are specialists at making others feel good about life and good about themselves. We've all come across these folks, and I'd like to share some of their actions that have impressed me.
We find powerful scents all around us, don't we? Go to the mall, and you can almost see the pink clouds rising from the perfume counter. Visit the grocery store, and you'll be bombarded with scented detergents and shampoos and soaps. Sit in any meeting, and you'll whiff dozens of perfumes and aftershaves, if you're lucky. Toilet water, colognes, deodorants, detergents - it's a treasure trove for the nose, everywhere we go.
Back in the mid-seventies, my Uncle Jack took me "window shopping" at a huge car auction out in the Georgia countryside.
Editor's Note: This column by David McCoy was first published Sept. 17, 2010.
Could you explain our present day to one of your ancestors?
"Why did the armadillo cross the road?" is a trick question, if I judge armadillo road crossing skills by what I've seen on the interstate this summer.
I'm not trying to move in on Heloise's turf, offering snappy "household hints" to my readers, but we're chasing dust bunnies and candy wrappers with our vacuum cleaner, and I wanted to share a few of my own cleaning tricks.
I had a bit of time to burn last week and wasn't totally sure what I'd do with my short taste of freedom, so one of my friends asked, "Don't you have a 'Honey Do' list?"
She was a beauty, resting just a few feet away from me on the main drag that goes through downtown Athens, sitting there soaking up the warm summer rays.