Bill Fortenberry

Dear Sandy, You may not even remember me. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t, but forty-seven years ago, you made a singular decision that forever changed my life. This letter is a long-overdue thank-you. I sure hope you get it. It was 1978 or 1979. That would make you about eleven or twelve. I was fourteen or fifteen. You had scraped together enough money to get your hair cut like Farrah Fawcett that spring or summer, but the style required upkeep. Your family was as poor as mine. There...

I met the Ingrams 55+ years ago. So, I've basically known them my whole life. Honestly, it's hard to remember a time when I didn't know...

It is said that some walk to the beat of a different drummer. David Bailey didn’t. He was  the drummer, and the cadence of integrity,...