I am often asked the question “How do I get into acting?” to which I answer, study, study and study, followed by working in every possible opportunity that avails itself to build a resume and gain experience.
It is not an easy adventure no matter where you call home but if you love it, the art will feed you soul, although you better have some other means to feed your tummy and your creditors.
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Some say it was a coal mine cave-in. Others say it was the fever, but whatever the reason my Grandpa Harve found himself orphaned in a time when, if children were lucky, some relative or caring neighbor took them in.
I don’t know much about his childhood, although I am told his tales of life on the Tennessee River rivaled those of Mark Twain’s “Huckleberry Finn.”
When my dad was a boy, Harve gathered the children around the fireplace and before bed told a story of an orphaned boy named A.J. (his real initials), filled with intrigue of riverboat gamblers and the dangers of riding the rapids on a handmade raft.
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One of my readers wrote in and asked for a bit of humor, so I decided to share these comedy routines below.
Remember all they asked for was a bit!
When I was growing up there is hardly a Saturday at 7 that did not pass without our television being set to watch “Hee Haw.”
One of the most iconic members of that huge ensemble cast was the comedienne Lulu Roman.
Through my years as part of the bluegrass music industry, I have been blessed to come to know many great musicians and singers who hold spots of esteem in the eyes of their peers and the lovers of the music.
One of those groups, who also like myself travel from the great state of Georgia, is Russell Moore & IIIrd Tyme Out.
The International Bluegrass Music Association’s (IBMA) has named the group Vocal Group of the Year seven times, and they are led IBMA’s most-awarded Male Vocalist of the Year with five wins.
When you got up this morning, did you wonder what you were going to do today?
Most of us have a routine that we are locked in, work, school or family activities.
As I took the pocketknife from my blue jean pocket, I opened it to the punch and began digging another hole in my leather belt.
It is was easy to see that the Thanksgiving and Christmas season provided me a gift beyond measure, at least the measure of what my waist once was.
It was just over 20 years ago when two-time Dove Award nominee Mark Wheeler of the Marksmen Quartet and I created a Christmas song beckoning listeners to do just that – “Let’s Live Every Day Like It Was Christmas.”
Millions around the world have heard songs or tunes I penned for radio, movies or television but none has had the widespread impact on listeners that it did.
Perhaps it was the simple message based in experience and the easy reminder that Christmas is about “the baby king who gave the world a chance.”
For me I always get caught up in the sentimentality of the season – the lights, the songs, the parades, the church services and programs. They always seem to take me back to my childhood and the excitement that mounted as Christmas day drew closer. Read more
Like many people around the world, I was saddened by the news just after Thanksgiving that someone who had caught the fascination of 300 million people in my youth had ended his adventure on this earth.
I too wondered for a summer “Who Shot J.R.?”
