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At a family dinner to celebrate a birthday last August, my oldest son Patrick let us know that the Tomato Fest was taking place in Nashville that weekend and that part of the festivities was a Saturday morning 5K run. Patrick knew that I had been doing some running and suggested that my wife, Ellen, and I give it a shot.

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A few weeks ago, Main Street Media published a column by Joe Dubin, “It was worth every second” that was an homage to those high school senior football players who, throughout the month of November, would be playing their final games and taking off their pads for the last time.

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Just about every day in Main Street Nashville there is an article about another company who is picking up and moving to Middle Tennessee.

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From the moment my daughter came into this world, my mother would always talk about that day I would walk her down the aisle. My mom adored her little girl but as life would have it, my mother passed away and never got to see the moment she so vividly talked about.

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I continue to hear from readers offering more of their favorite sayings. Some call, others email me, and still others pass along a favorite saying through a third party.

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Phobias are also called irrational fears, and over 30 percent of adults will find themselves affected by a type of phobia at some point in their lives. 

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It is hard to believe that the high school football regular season has come to a close. The playoffs are next and that means half of the teams are not advancing and their season is over.

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I continue to hear from readers offering more of their favorite sayings. Some call, others email me, and still others pass along a favorite saying through a third party.

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I continue to hear from readers offering more of their favorite sayings. Some call, others email me, and still others pass along a favorite saying through a third party.

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A few weeks ago, my son’s football team was playing a game in Chattanooga, about a two-hour drive from the house. After the game, I kissed his head and told him I would see him back at school to pick him up.

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I spent many an hour in our old feed barn. To a boy it seemed vast in its size and expanse. I became intimately familiar with each stable and hallway. I especially enjoyed the large barn loft which provided endless opportunities for exploring. But I suppose the old corn crib stands out most in my memory.