By Ken Lass It began as a casual conversation with a friend. We were catching up on each other’s children and grandkids. My friend mentioned her youngest grand had just gotten his driver lic... Read more
By Ken Lass Age has not slowed down Barbara Parkes of Grayson Valley. She will be 80 years old next year, yet she remains as busy as ever. Of course, there is the usual cooking and cleaning... Read more
By Ken Lass The man walks into a fast food restaurant. He is medium height, about 35 years old. He’s wearing a red and black flannel shirt, and blue jeans that look to be a tad too big for h... Read more
By Ken Lass “Grampa, what’s the internet?” “Well, it’s a way for machines to talk to each other.” “What kind of machines?” “You know, computers. Like your Mommy and Daddy have in their la... Read more
By Ken Lass I blame it on Bing Crosby. It’s all his fault. In that 1954 movie he crooned about how he was dreaming of a white Christmas. All that mush about tree tops glistening and... Read more
By Ken Lass It was a beautiful October weekend in Orange Beach, Alabama. Temperature: 78 degrees. Lazy breeze off the gulf of about six miles per hour. Rolling waves, clear skies. Perfe... Read more
By Ken Lass I love football. Probably too much. I watch it religiously, at every level. Professional, college, high school. If a bunch of kids are playing in their backyard, I would prob... Read more
By Ken Lass The woman found herself in an all too familiar place. Sitting in a doctor’s office. Her recent history has felt like a journey through just about every physician and nurse prac... Read more
By Ken Lass I have had a vision. I have seen the future. And it’s not as dark as you think. Turns out our children and grandchildren didn’t grow up to be mindless shells who let artificia... Read more
By Ken Lass It was Sunday morning and I was sitting anxiously in the front pew of a Birmingham area Baptist church. I don’t normally sit in the front pew. It’s a little scary up there. I... Read more