Last Saturday, I did a triathlon. No, not the Ironman Triathlon in Hawaii, nor the Music City Triathlon, or the Memphis in May Triathlon. The triathlon I competed in was the Mighty Mite Triathlon in beautiful Forrest City, Arkansas.
Thirty-three years ago today, I played a very small role in a wedding at the Holly Avenue Methodist Church in South Pittsburg, Tennessee.
The following is a speech I gave last Friday to the Jackson-Madison County Bar Association at their annual Law Week luncheon.
(This past Wednesday was Administrative Professionals Day. This column is dedicated to my favorite administrative professional, Jane Berry, and to all the administrative professionals who make their "boss" look good.)
One of my prize possessions is a family photograph that was taken back in the 1950s when I was just a preschooler.