As one gets older they may come to see that the amount of friends may be getting smaller as time goes on.

I can remember as a child my parents asked me what I wanted to do when I got older. At the time I wasn’t sure. You know, as a young boy impressive jobs like police officer, fireman and professional sport player were just about always at the top of the list.

Fall is a special time of year with leaves turning and all the fairs and festivals.

Many individuals chose their own career paths due to a specific passion or strong calling.

If you walk in my Windsor office, you’ll likely notice a wrestling championship proudly displayed across from my desk. It says WCW World Television Champion.

It started with a simple phone conversation. I inquired about a game I was going to cover and asked did he need any images. During this particular time I was self employed operating my own photography business full time.

I passed by a cotton field recently and noticed that it was beginning to turn white. It brought back memories of my days when cotton was “King” in the south. This was prior to the era of mechanization and, though highly profitable, was very labor intensive.

The next time somebody asks you to describe North Carolina, pull out and read aloud this quote from the beginning pages of Bland Simpson’s new book.

I’m a fan of a variety of different college and professional teams. They range from the Chelsea Blues of the English Premier League to the Crimson of the University of Alabama.

As a child, some of my fondest memories took place at my grandmother’s’ house. Lula Evans, my father’s mother, lived in the only house on the Powell and Stokes Road.