Topic: Life

Holiday thankfulness: Life, love, laughter

By Michael Covington | November 21, 2007 |

I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season so far. I’m sure that like me, you’re still not truly ready for the season. Since it’s upon us, I’m forgoing my typical article this week for something else instead. This week, I’d like to take some time to share with you all my list of what I am most thankful for. I extend an open invitation to all our authors and readers to write and share something similar. After all, Clarksville Online is here for one clear and single purpose, to share.

The first item on my list is my family. I have a loving partner of over two years. Christian is more than I could ever want in a partner. He’s my best friend through the good times, he’s my rock through the bad times, and he’s my shoulder to cry on through the sad times. Most people wouldn’t notice at first glance, but he’s the most sensitive and caring person I’ve ever known, and I love him more than he’ll ever know. His cousin John who lives with us is one of the greatest men I’ve ever had the privilege to know. He’s one of those rare souls you meet who you can always count on to get you through whatever is going on in life. «Read the rest of this article»

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THE POUR HOUSE CAFE

By Larry Dunlap | December 22, 2006 |

My friend, Leonard had cornered me at The Pour House Café and asked for my help in writing a song.

“Ok, Leonard,” I said, “just what kind of song are you writing?”

“A protest song, I want to write a protest song.”

I hesitated, but knew I had to ask. “What are you protesting, Leonard?”

“Indoor toilets, that’s what, indoor toilets!”

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The Pour House Café: Leonard Writes a Song

By Larry Dunlap | October 11, 2006 |

Saturday afternoon was slow at the café. Most people were out working in their yards or shopping. The few people there were at the round table known affectionately as the “Liar’s Table.” 

As I walked in the door I was greeted by the faithful locals at the table. 

“Hey, Preacher, what’s that following you?” 

The man asking the question was my 300 pound friend, Jelly. Alfred Whitmore was his real name but at 300 pounds you can figure out why they called him Jelly. Plus, he didn’t like the name, Alfred. «Read the rest of this article»

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