BY SCOTT HOLLIFIELD
Back in 1980, country music star Bobby Bare released an album called “Drunk & Crazy,” which, as one might guess from the title, was not a gospel compilation but a often irreverent celebration of debauchery containing such colorful numbers as “Drinkin’ and Druggin’ and Watchin’ TV” and “I…
On Sept. 8, my hometown, the thriving micropolis of Marion, North Carolina, will host our state’s biggest and best (and, so far, only) Bigfoot festival, a celebration of all things Sasquatchian.
As a former child, onetime college student and eventually the father of my very own former child and onetime college student, I know first-hand about what not to flush down a toilet. The list includes tennis balls, mini liquor bottles and Barbie heads.
Here’s a fun fact: A couch that falls from the back of a pickup truck traveling 30 mph on a suburban street will flip end over end three times before finally skidding to a stop.
I believe each year of a person’s life forms that person in one way or another, and I’m grateful for the time I’ve been granted so far on our humble little planet.
As Billie Holiday sang back in 1936, it’s summertime, and the livin’ is easy. But, for some people 82 years later, keeping clothes on is hard.
I prowled all over the doomed Sears store, this one in a mall and among the 60-plus the company will close in 2018, but I did not find a Superman costume.
I’ve seen enough movies about shape-shifting, brain-sucking, chest-bursting space aliens to know that our national security, as well as our brains and chests, are in danger even as we speak, although we are not technically speaking right now. You are reading, and I, having finished this a fe…
Author’s note: With Kim Jong Un featured prominently in the news and a couple of my vacation days coming up, I thought this would be the perfect time to revisit a column from way back in 2016 when Kim was still considered to be a murderous dictator. Enjoy!
Dear readers, what is the world coming to when we angrily strike out at our significant others with novelty singing fish that urge us to “don’t worry, be happy?”
The soon-to-be college graduate, decked out in cap and gown and prepared for the packed-house ceremony that would signify the completion of four years of higher education, opened the passenger door of my pickup truck for the short ride to the convocation center, stepped inside and said, “Tha…
In microwave oven news, a Denver, Colorado woman was cited by police after a plastic bottle of urine she was heating up before a pre-employment drug test exploded, ruining the morning for everyone buying lottery tickets and malt liquor at that particular 7-11 store.