Just because Sybil and I are out frolicking in the South Pacific, couldn't leave you guys hanging. So while I'm gone let's do what the syndicated radio shows do. Yeah, a little "best of ..."
I'll post some of my favorite stories from the past and before you know it I'll be back live and in living color with tales from abroad.
Thanks again for your patronage, your patience and your understanding of my honeymoon sabbatical.
Only The Good Die Young
Avid Golfer
August 15, 2005
I'll post some of my favorite stories from the past and before you know it I'll be back live and in living color with tales from abroad.
Thanks again for your patronage, your patience and your understanding of my honeymoon sabbatical.
By Richie Whitt
Hug your kids and
hold on to your faith.
Because sometimes,
defying infinite odds and surely God’s will, very bad things happen to very
good children.
“Chandler lived so fast, played so hard, loved
so much,” trembles the voice of father Rick Jackson between trickles of tears.
“It’s like he knew he was a special angel … one that would only be on this
Earth a short time.”
Chandler Hugh
Jackson hit, caught, threw, dived, kicked, leaped, rolled, birdied, danced,
sang, prayed, joked, laughed, loved and crow-barred 12 lifetimes into his 12
years.
Then, just like that – before you could comprehend his present or calculate his future – he was gone. In a tree-linedKentucky
ditch on a July 6 blackened with morbid misery and mind-boggling mystery, Chandler instead became
the next All-American Tragedy ...
Then, just like that – before you could comprehend his present or calculate his future – he was gone. In a tree-lined
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