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Gimble’s gift: Swing legend brings out best in other musicians

Friday, February 26, 2010 | Charles McClure

One night in 1983 I found myself in the long-since defunct Indigo’s Bar and Grille.

Blind insight

Friday, December 11, 2009 | Charles McClure

H.E. McKelva was blinded at 19-years-of-age after being struck by buckshot in a gun battle on a bleak and weary night while riding in a posse in the deep pine forest that surrounds Shreveport, La.

Health care bill dredges memories of FDA reform

Monday, August 10, 2009 | Charles McClure | 2

Halloween Day of 1995 was a memorable moment for me.

As Faulk learned, Cronkite was giving behind the scenes

Wednesday, July 29, 2009 | Charles McClure | 1

I first met John Henry Faulk when I was a young writer covering the late, great, Highland Lakes Festival of Music and the Arts.

And that’s the way it use to be

Tuesday, July 21, 2009 | Charles McClure

Not so long ago I was sitting in a journalism workshop when I heard a young upstart spouting off a notion concerning the Internet that I considered to be way out of the bounds of traditional news ethics.

Charles and LaNell Edwards: A dynamic duo

Thursday, July 9, 2009 | Charles McClure

A while back, a youthful political hopeful gave me a ring to “feel out” the community, as well as your local newspaper editor.

A few thoughts about Landaker from someone that knows him… me

Wednesday, July 1, 2009 | Charles McClure

It doesn’t take a one-armed genius to understand that Pedernales Electric Cooperative has been the picture of egomaniacal, self-serving, disingenuous and even dishonest behavior.

Thoughts from the Father of our Nation

Wednesday, July 1, 2009 | Charles McClure

If confronted with a choice between eloquence or wisdom, I would choose wisdom every time.

ullying: Stick and stones may break bones, but words can truly scar you

Thursday, June 25, 2009 | Charles McClure

I remember the first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday.

My two beautiful blue stars and a gold one

Monday, May 18, 2009 | Charles McClure | 1

I was a wee sprite during the 1960s, living on a rural East Texas farm where television reception was a bit of a hit and miss affair for the most part.

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