Jul 27 2016

Lambert’s — Home of the throwed roll


Lambert’s, home of the throwed roll.

During our trip to Alabama a visit to Lambert’s for a bit of home cooked goodness is a must. Both my son’s and I had eaten there previously but my wife and daughter hadn’t since this is their first time in Alabama.

After driving along the coast we ended our day of being tourists’ at Lambert’s. Once again, by the time our food orders arrived we were stuffed with the sides of food coming around to the tables so we packed our food to go and headed back to Atmore where we were staying. Ohhh…the sweet tea I drank there was the best this trip.

The whole family has now experienced the throwed roll restaurant in Foley Alabama…..the two hour wait and all!!

Jun 7 2015

High School Graduation



On May 21, 2015 I attended the high school graduation of my oldest son Austin. It’s the first graduation I’ve attended since my own high school graduation. At this graduation I was one of the many parents there extremely happy that their child was one of the many that had chosen to see their education through to this final night. Many high school kids are not completing their courses and are not able to wear the cap and gown to show they have earned a place at the graduation ceremonies.


Whenever I think I’ve given him enough information to make it on his own in this world, I remember another thing I forgot to tell him and think about picking up the phone to call him. Fortunately I don’t call because I’d have make that call many times.


I believe there’s a point where we (parents) have to let go and let our kids experience life for themselves. We’ll never be able to tell them how life is and have them really “get it” without them experiencing it on their own.

Fortunately Austin will be leaving soon to start the next phase of his life and education at Mississippi Valley State College. Because of his athleticism on the football field he was awarded a scholarship to play for the college, and because of that his responsibilities in the classroom and on the field will grow exponentially as so much more will expected of him on a day to day basis.OGS70822

College will be the next phase in his life. I wish him luck and success.  I hope he remembers, I’m just a phone call away.

Nov 22 2014

Liar’s Ball by Author–K.F. Johnson



Being somewhat of a writer myself; I’ve always been interested in what inspires writers to write. I wanted to speak with writers and other such creative people to find out what makes them do what they do, and as a result I started a YouTube Channel and titled the interviews I’ve done Creative-Corner. On this channel there will be interviews of authors, photographers, writers, artists musicians and various other types of creative people doing what they do. This is one of the ways I feed my curiosity. The interview I did with Mrs. Johnson can be viewed here or below.



A few weeks ago on a Photography trip to Atlanta photographing and interviewing new couples for my upcoming book; I was able to schedule an interview with K.F. Johnson to speak with her about her latest book: Liar’s Ball.  This is K.F. Johnsons’ second book, which is a followup to her first book: “Behind Closed Doors“. Both are very good, page turning, I wanna know what’s going to happen next books.  They both are well worth the time you spend reading them. If you’re like I was while reading her books you want to know what’s going to happen, but at the same time the book is coming to an end very quickly. When the end does come you want to know what’s going to happen next, which makes you want the next installment right away.  If Mrs. Johnson knew that’s what her readers was looking for she was correct.  I’m sure I’m not the only one that was left hanging wanting to know more.

When I interviewed Mrs. Johnson for her first book she informed me she was busy working on the follow-up book where she would pick up where she left off in “Behind Closed Doors”.  This new book “Liar’s Ball” answers all the questions left unanswered in the first book.  Another great read!  If you don’t believe me, visit her amazon.com website purchase the book and let me know what you think. Don’t forget to visit my YouTube channel Creative-Corner and listen to the interview.





Jul 12 2014





Yesterday I was reminded of the times when men would go out into the woods, fields, streams and elsewhere on a mission to bring home dinner.   During those times hunting large game such as deer, elk, moose, seals and whales guaranteed many days, and sometimes months of meat–depending on how the meat was preserved and stored.

The idea of the man being the hunter/gatherer came to me  while onboard a fishing boat leaving the Santa Barbara harbor. Onboard was approximately 40 men/fishermen (including one female and about five kids ranging in age from 9 to 16) with the intent of bringing back enough fish for dinner.

Full disclosure: Since this was a sport fishing boat not everyone onboard was really going out to catch fish for dinner. I overheard someone comment as we left the boat after fishing all day,”Most everyone on this boat is married, so that should tell you why most of them are here.”

I’m not a fisherman, but I was planning on having fish for dinner providing I caught anything. The idea of fishing as I see it involves a lot of patience and luck from the fish gods. I fished when I was young, but the fish gods never blessed my pole with the magic fish loved enough to accept my bait. As a result the last time I held a pole in my hands in an attempt to catch fish I was in my early teens. Yesterday was the first day of my current attempt at catching fish.

It is my thought that the fish gods remembered my failed attempts as a child and blessed me (along with the other 40 people on-board) with our limit of  fish.  I don’t say that out loud since I’m sure no one would believe me since sportfishing is a business complete with boats equipped with sonar of some sorts that locate large schools of fish.  One simply have to bait their hooks, drop them into the water with the appropriate lead weight and let it drop to the bottom of the ocean. Sometimes fish sacrifice themselves to the bait before it hits the bottom.

Although very tired from reeling in my catch along with the soothing therapeutic motions of the ocean. I was able to dine with family on fish I caught with my two hands and a borrowed pole and reel. All of this was because I decided to take a day off work to get away with a good friend and pretend it’s an attempt to be a hunter/gatherer/fisherman.


Feb 27 2014

Rain in L.A.



The photo above was shot early this morning (2-27-14) after the rain storm of last night passed. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen such threatening clouds over Los Angeles.  The tallest buildings of downtown were partially covered by the moving clouds.

There has been no rain for California this year as the state suffers through a severe drought. Last night southern California received about an inch of rain, but that won’t be nearly enough to help relieve the drought, especially since the state would’ve had at least 10 inches during normal rainfall.

Another rain storm is on it’s way right now. Cities suffering from fires this past year, along with their residents have been filling sandbags and boarding up areas prone to mud slides as southern California braces for the coming storm.

The California State Legislature is making a 600 million dollar relief package available which would allow Gov. Jerry Brown to use in an effort to help communities with infrastructure projects such as capturing stormwater and distributing recycled water.

Jan 5 2014

Austins’ Football Highlights


austinFollowing is a link to Austins’ football highlights for his junior year in high School            Football highlights



Dec 31 2013

Happy New Year!!!






January 1, 2014

As the sun sets there are only a few remaining hours and minutes left in 2013. A New Year is just ahead!  As we get ready for 2014, lets remember to give thanks for our families and close friends.  They are the people that make life worth living.
Lets also give thanks for each experience we’ve had this past year and what we’ve been able to learn from those experiences, good and bad.  But most of all; lets give thanks for making it through! As the old saying goes “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!”
“Heres’ to New Beginnings in 2014”

Dec 4 2013

42 Years of Lasting Love!




Daniel and Nell McGaffie, married 42 years is one of the many couples in my upcoming book “Always & Forever, Love” African American Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong.

A little over 20 years ago I was fortunate enough to stay with Daniel and Nell in  Accra, Ghana in West Africa where Daniel was serving as the Untied States Embassy Counselor for Public Affairs. I was on a three month bicycle tour of Ghana and other West Africa Countries.

This was just one of many posts for Daniel and Nell in his career as a Diplomat. As an African American Diplomat Daniel & Nell hosted visitors from the Untied States in various disciplines from the Arts, business leaders, musicians, educators, exchange students, Rhodes Scholars and tourists.

At that time Daniel and Nell had been married almost 20 years. As I observed their interactions together on a day to day basis the ease in which they related to each other spoke volumes of their commitment  to each other and maintaining a successful, loving, lasting marriage.

20+ Years later Daniel and Nell have been married 42 years.  They tell their story in my upcoming book: “Always & Forever, Love” African American Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong.

To Read Daniel and Nell’s story along with other African American couples that are experiencing long lasting, loving marriages, Click here to Purchase your Pre-Published copies of the book Publication is scheduled for approx. December 1, 2014.


Oct 30 2013



the pedestrianPhoto by FCorbin

Below is a recently published poem by Matthew Johnson, better known as “The Pedestrian”.  Matthew wrote a piece for my book “Always & Forever, Love” Subtitled: Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong titled: “Picture taking”, it’s one of my favorite pieces.


 You distinctly recall leaving your feet

firmly planted in your shoes, there

just shy of the curtain scrolled around the bed,

let’s just say, for the sake of privacy.

 You remember the lips, the tongue, moving;

the word uttered, then split in two: “good+bye”,

a polite form of death administered intravenously.

Eurydice, counting backwards, murmurs

a scrabble of Latin roots, prefixes;

bi-, psych-, the-, tox-, phil-, dox-

and other “-ologies” draw

 your breath down to the depths of Hades.

A muffled announcement piped over the air:

–“… patient now embalmed

beyond the reach of pain,”–

leaves Orpheus astonished, bereft.

But here, between two blinks of the eye:

one, going under anesthesia,

one coming out of, you are greeted

by recovery-room nurses

wearing smile-encrusted faces

often worn by the deaf and the blind:

context neutral.

Reassuring, the surgeon describes

obscure malignancies excised ever so delicately,

laser sharp, bloodless, cauterized,

all, let’s say, in just under an hour.

Clutching your plastic bag


You regain your footing at the revolving doors,

let three reflections of yourself pass,

before braving the cylinder;

a soughing where rubber meets glass engulfs you entirely;

phantom euphoria masks emerging vertigo,

but pre-op instructions, rehearsed, harness

“any misgivings you may now experience.”

Out into glaring sunshine, a feverish elixir

coursing your veins, attests Apollo’s reign

over healing and disease.

In the wake of your passage, the door turns on its axis:

you are crazed by your newfound powers!

Your spouse, helmet be’plumed, commands reins and whip;

you do not resist the beating of wings

bearing you up;

from subterranean levels of the parking deck,

the ramp guides your chariot heavenward….

In your throbbing temples, hooves churn mid-air.

Ah, but…

Not having read the fine print of your policy,

that sheaf of release forms you signed,

it will be days before your realize,

the one who walked in,

(“ambulatory,” it says in your chart)

you are merely the cadaver of,

–now, alas, neither god nor man.

Better your courage had survived, intact,

than this:  another walking dead,

among the heartless living.



                                                      Matthew Johnson, September 30, 2013