Bud’s Rantings

Moving On and Moving Mountains

It’s 2014. The dead Christmas tree is recycled, the holiday decorations are mothballed and Handel and his Messiah are tucked in. Everything moves on.  Barely ten hours into the new year of 2014 and I’m already a basket case. Why? Like Janus, January’s namesake, I’m looking both ways¦a foot in the past, a foot in the fut...Read More

The Hot Breathe of Christmas

It’s happening again…the hot breath of Christmas breathes down our necks like fire. Tempers get testy. Time eats up our hours faster than a politician asking for money. The plague of not- enough cash consumes our checkbooks. Visa elves work overtime. Platoons of catalogs clog our mail boxes. So many choices¦who can decide?  The hot...Read More

The Southern Art of Buying Junk

Americans love bargains! Yard sales are the place to find them. Forget trying to beat some Turkish rug merchant on a deal. You’re not in his league until you’ve cut your teeth on the art of negotiating for junk.  ********** If you don’t think America has been on a buying binge, go yard shopping.  Junk abounds. My bargain...Read More

Slang It To Me

Goodbye to the old trusted idioms. They’ve bit the dust. Acronyms of verbal arcana now rule, the new Esperanto. I’ve dusted off a few old ones and have cobbled them together. Perhaps they still convey a coherent message.  ********** We live in a culture of idiomatic clichés. We’re comfortable with our favorite ones. Such non...Read More

Do I Know You?

How do I know you? Let me count the ways. Calling you by name and name-calling are mutually exclusive.  I use both.                                        ...Read More

The Mute Button

We have a TV remote with a magic yellow button¦the mute button. We use it often.                                              &nbs...Read More

Shopping with Coupons…An American Addiction

Newspapers are on life support. They’d die without coupon-saving inserts. Who wants to read the news anyway? No, we’re Americans. We shop. Here’s my experience with coupons.  ~~~~~~~~ It’s Saturday morning. It’s raining. Rain begets boredom. Boredom begets the urge to shop. My wife’s reading the coupon inser...Read More

The Virtuoso

It might be said I was born into a musical family¦they sang dirges the day I was delivered. It got better as I got older, but not much.   The African proverb warns, Only a fool tests the depth of the water with both feet. I ignored this advice, cast caution aside and took the plunge. I bought a violin. So far it has not salvaged the fami...Read More

Our Flag Was Still There

“The price of liberty is eternal vigilance.”   Patrick Henry    The card simply read, “Happy Birthday, America…for 238 years old, you’re looking pretty good.” Inside was a small scroll. On it read these words:  My, how you have grown. From a few stout souls to what, over 313 million now?...Read More

Pressure Cookers…Gone with the Wind

Song, song of the South, sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind, there ain’t nobody looking back again. Alabama If there’s one thing Southerners know anything about, it’s gone with the wind. Last week the passing of pressure cookers was mourned with dirges and eulogies. Living along the sweltering Georgia...Read More

Invasion…A Clear and Present Danger

Don’t go around tonight, Well, it’s bound to take your life, There’s a bad moon on the rise. Credence Clearwater Revival We live in troubled times. Dire warnings predict doom. The world is in a fighting mood. Things have not been the same since Orson Welles read War of the Worlds on the radio.  People fled in wild pandemoniu...Read More

Cinnamon Toast

"Stood alone on a mountain top, starin’ out at the great divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide¦ Bob Seger I left home at 18. Not willingly. Poverty evicted me. My parents couldn’t afford my enormous food intake. They had to choose¦a new car or feeding their omnivorous son. The car won. So I left. ...Read More

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