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Fishing With Lydia

Grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts, mom, and a proud dad rejoiced with her. Lydia, fishing with a three-foot baby-blue Mickey Mouse fishing rod, hooked and landed an Alligator gar that was over half the length of her little rod. It was the biggest and, by far, the most exciting fish caught that weekend as the extended Bruce family enjoyed a few days at Doublehead on Wilson Lake in Town Creek, Alabama.  For the rest of the trip, the young redhead girl fished—often by herself.

In the words of the aptly suited cliché, Lydia was hooked.

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Well done Lydia with this beautiful crappie

Taking advantage of her newfound sport, a few years later I decided the two of us would take a trip to another North Alabama lake. As a child, my dad and I spent some time fishing on Weiss (Wice) Lake for crappie (“crop-e” – in our home) at the Bryant’s cabin. The opportunity to fish was always a highlight for me and I welcomed any opportunity to share it. Therefore, Lydia and I took an early April trip over the state line to fish, Continue reading


Mammaw’s One-room Schoolhouse

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Mammaw’s one-room schoolhouse in China Grove, Alabama.

To commemorate the start of another schoolyear,  I share a photo of my mammaw’s one-room schoolhouse class.

To the naked-eye it may be difficult to find my grandmother. Eula Bae Barfoot is standing in the middle of the back row. Like everyone else in the photo, she wasn’t saying “cheese.”

Mammaw was born on February 26, 1896 to Leander and Corinthia Argin (Anderson) Barfoot.  The photo was taken while she was living in Continue reading

But That’s Not the End of this Story

Last year Julie and I had the opportunity to fulfill a 30-year unspoken dream. We were visiting our son in New York City and he booked a stay for us in the Grand Hyatt. Employed at another Hyatt property on Wall Street, Seth arranged for us to speGrand Hyatt NYCnd the night in this gorgeous hotel—not knowing that this was an unspoken dream come true for me. But that is not the end to this story. Continue reading

The Grateful Dad

GSU BrochureLittle did I know how a lunch at Dreamland BBQ would set off a series of moments that would significantly alter the life of our son. It simply started as two friends enjoying some pulled pork and ended with….well, it hasn’t ended.

Jim Barber, of M3 Companies, was the tenant representative for our insurance firm. He had brokered a great deal for our lease, and thereafter I often called on him to assist with reviewing charges from the landlord and other tenant surprises that made their way to my desk. Jim and I developed a friendship that extended beyond business. Our friendship led to occasional lunch meetings at Dreamland where we shared business, faith, family and college football; It didn’t matter he favored “War Eagle” and I, “Roll Tide.”

On this particular day as we were sharing updates on our family, I casually mentioned how my son appeared to be losing his zeal for school. As a sophomore at Georgia State University (GSU) in Atlanta, Seth had recently conveyed he was having a difficult time staying motivated in his pursuit of a major in Hospitality. He wasn’t getting much direction, wasn’t sure what classes he needed to take and was feeling lost. I “happened” to share Seth’s frustration with Jim. Who surprised me by saying, “I’ll mention it to Diana.” Diana was Jim’s wife and, unbeknown to me, “happened” to be a full-time Senior Lecturer at the School of Hospitality Administration at GSU. College—life!–would never be the same for Seth.

The Tipping Point

I remember the excitement in Seth’s voice as he phoned to tell me about his conversation with Dr. Barber. Suddenly he had a renewed interest in school and was excited about Hospitality. Dr. Barber explained which courses he needed and how to get the best out of his time at GSU. Continue reading

Jack Bruce, Cream Bassist, Dead at 71

Jack Bruce CreamIt happened yesterday. Again. It’s a regular occurrence when I meet someone for the first time and we exchange names. Typically, it is someone a few years older than me; though occasionally someone much younger will make a similar comment. It goes something like this, often accompanied by a big smile: “Oh Jack Bruce, the great bassist for Cream.”

The legendary Scottish musician died today. Jack Bruce was 71.

Bruce wasn’t the most famous of the rock trio. That honor belongs to Eric Clapton. Ginger Baker rounded out the band.

I heard the news today listening to the BCC on satellite, while on my way to a late afternoon run. I wish my dad, Jack W. Bruce, Sr., would have been here to hear it. Dad and I had noted the regular occurrence of someone hearing our name and striking up a conversation about the 60’s rock band. We never had much to add to the conversations; it wasn’t our genre of choice in music.

Jack Bruce will be missed  by family, friends and fans around the globe, but his music will live on. He left his mark. Even I know his song, “I Feel Free,” one of the songs he authored that will continue to be played.

There is no doubt he is the most famous Jack Bruce of all time. But the greatest? –that honor still goes to my dad who would be 83 next week.

A Selfish Prayer?

On my way to work this morning I asked myself a perplexing question.  It was a question anyone else would think stupid, not perplexing. The only thing you would find perplexing is that I found it perplexing. The answer is so abundantly obvious, why would anyone bother asking it. It was along the lines of, “Who is buried in Grant’s tomb?”  Duh!  But I asked it anyway.

Because my car radio was dead, I had some additional time during my commute to think…and pray. The last few days I had been convicted of my lack of prayer for my children and, therefore, I was busy catching up on prayer along Pleasant Hill Road. Then came the question: Is it selfish to pray for MY kids?  Wait! Let me explain the question.

Is it selfish to pray for MY kids?

There are billions of children around the world. Therefore, should I care more about MY four kids than any of these other children?  Just because they are MY kids, should I Continue reading

Revealing: What’s On Your Christmas List?

It’s a common question being asked today: What’s on your Christmas list?

The question is revealing long before an answer is given. Why? Because the question, itself, exposes us—the gift-giver. It tells us something about ourselves. When this question rolls off our lips it may convey one of the following things about us:

a)      We care enough to give a gift the recipient would enjoy receiving.

b)      We fear the wrath of the recipient if they don’t get the gift they want.

c)       We are so practical we see no need for the “surprise” element in gift-giving.

d)      We don’t know the recipient well enough to know what they want or need.

It’s the latter answer, (d), that has me thinking this Christmas season.

ChristmasGiftThe ability to give a gift that “fits” shows knowledge. It demonstrates that the gift-giver knows the recipient well enough to know what the recipient needs or would enjoy. When we have to ask for a list it may indicate that the relationship is weak.

If we are talking about a gift for the mail carrier or our dry cleaner, we shouldn’t be concerned that we don’t know them well enough to know what gift would be particularly meaningful.  But when it is a spouse, child or Continue reading