Two Steves and a Joe

By Joe Rector joerector@comcast.net While I mowed the upper lot of the yard, I looked across the road and saw a tractor at the neighbor’s house. Steering it was Steve Cox. We began first grade together, and both have lived within spitting distance of our boyhood...

A Talk with Tom

By Jo Rector Amy walked into my office door and told me not to mark any appointments on Tuesday. When I asked why she explained that a friend had arranged a meeting with Sheriff Tom Spangler. The idea sounded solid since we’d never met the man and wanted to find out...

A Lifetime of Nose Dives

By Joe Rector I’m moving into a clumsy stage of life. People have told me it would come, but I fooled myself into believing I could escape it. All my life, I’ve not been graceful or even close to being light on my feet, so thinking for even one second I could avoid...

A Special Palm Sunday

By Joe Rector Palm Sunday was a special time for our family. Instead of going to our regular church, we made the trip to First Christian Church at the corner of Fifth and Gay. A holy time became more so as we stood in front of the church. Amy and I began attending FCC...

Not into fighting

By Joe Rector Not many people know this, but back in the days of the ‘60s and ‘70s, my twin brother, Jim, was a pretty tough guy. In high school, he ran with a crowd that was rough. The group’s idea of a fun weekend night was drinking and fighting. It’s a wonder that...

Out of my comfort zone

By Joe Rector I left my comfort zone this past week. My brother’s grandson plays for Western Carolina University, and on Wednesday they became the latest victim of the #1 college baseball team in the country. I wouldn’t have missed seeing Caden on the field at Lindsey...