Articles by Roger Truesdale
Strummin’: Remembering Duff
Jerry Lee “Duff” Dorrough passed away Wednesday in Ruleville. He’d had a tough last year or two. He fought the good fight.
Roger Truesdale: Fried chicken – a most delightful bird
Last Sunday morning I called some friends to invite myself over for Sunday dinner. More often than not, every third Sunday or so their dinner table is covered with garden-fresh vegetables, fried pork chops, chicken or meatloaf and to-die-for desserts. I’m blessed to have friends that don’t mind my barging in (I think?).
Roger Truesdale: Voting in earlier times
Like most of you, I voted a week or so ago. To be honest, I almost didn’t. I got home Tuesday mid-afternoon and settled in to the comfort of the air conditioner. Suddenly, that “forgotten to do something” alarm started beeping like a smoke detector in need of a new battery. I tried to ignore it.
Roger Truesdale: ‘Cheap whiskey’ in the dark
On Wednesday afternoon, a tumultuous thunderstorm blew through. I was at the computer staring at the screen, doing my best to conjure up something to amuse you with before you have to leave for church later this morning.
Roger Truesdale: Roku?
A few years back, I subscribed to Netflix. Soon after Only Daughter and Third Favorite Child, who was living at home for a spell (too long), ordered one. She used it to stream Netflix’s “watch instantly” movies from the Internet directly to her television.
Roger Truesdale: High heels in heaven
Many years ago a friend of mine invited me to a pickin’ party at his chicken farm out at Steens. His sister, who he said “sang a little,” was coming home for a visit. I got there late, after all the pickers had warmed up.
Roger Truesdale: Backwater, alligator and hoping them cats can swim
A friend of mine sent me an email Monday advising me not to waste my time making a trip to Rolling Fork. I had sent him one earlier in the day letting him know that I was going over to witness the historic crest of the Mississippi River. He reported that the levee was closed to all visitors and warned that even if I weren’t shot on sight, I would end up in the county lock-up.
Roger Truesdale: Some mo’ Joe
Seems like only yesterday that I wrote about Joe (not his real name). You might not remember; he was the meth dealer I spent a day with some four or five years ago. I made a long road trip a few months ago, where I found him back at work for my client.
Roger Truesdale: One less shining star
Jobie Martin lost his life in a tragic automobile accident on Interstate 220 in Jackson a few weeks ago. He was 91. He was a broadcasting legend over where I grew up. I was one of his biggest fans.
Roger Truesdale: Max moved away
I drove in late Tuesday night. I found this letter on my back door from one of my neighbors, a little girl.
