Rush Limbaugh single-handedly revived AM radio. In 1988, his syndicated talk show brought people back to a place they had left for the FM dial.

When you’re stuck in your house for weeks on end, there’s an undeniable temptation to eat more. It creeps up on you at first, but soon the cravings hit you like a high school girlfriend who caught you looking at a cheerleader.

How is it that we’ve managed to cram virtually every necessity we need into one single cell phone but I still have seven TV remotes on the table next to my chair?

When I still lived at home with my parents I went to see my grandparents often. After I moved away from my hometown I made it a point to call my grandparents at least weekly.

The price you pay when you lose a beloved animal is so steep that every time I lose one I say, “Never again.”

The old joke when I worked as a country music DJ was that our station played both kinds of music — country and western.

Of all the buildings on my high school campus, there was only one I’d never entered. That was home economics.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac said it was time for me to plant my potatoes and corn. But the weather forecast called for a gully washer. That’s a fancy weather term for a lot of rain.

We’re losing the art of conversation and small talk.

In 2013, TV Guide ranked “The Waltons” number 34 on the list of the top 60 TV shows of all time.

I was never any good at football. I played because my dad had been a football star in high school. All-District and All-State, he was even offered a college scholarship.

The phone rings.

Me: “Hello.”

Mom: “Did you know that your cousin Tina works at a restaurant that serves chocolate gravy?”

The fact state Rep. Dennis Bonnen is far from the only state lawmaker with disdain for local control and the weakness in U.S. Sen. John Cornyn's latest measure to reduce carnage from gun violence were among the issues being discussed this week by Texas editors.

It wasn’t until we took our seats in the auditorium in Shreveport that it hit me. We were sitting in the home of the old Louisiana Hayride.

I’m not sure when they started charging for air at gas stations, but I firmly believe that collusion was involved.

The fridge. ‘Frigerator. Some even called it “The Frigidaire.” A few decades ago it had many names.

I’d hit the wall after hours of moving furniture. I couldn’t go any longer and had to sit down. I’m no spring chicken and my back was letting me know it.

Long before anyone knew who Drew Carey was, there was a fella named Bob who hosted a little game show called “The Price Is Right.”

Canton’s First Monday Trade Days is one of the largest flea markets in the world.

During my 20-plus years of working in the radio business, I met and interviewed many celebrities. Virtually all of them were promoting something (a new movie, record, book, or something else they were trying to sell), which is why they were spending time with me.

There is a bond between a grandfather and his grandchildren that is like no other. He would trade all that he has for that one, single feeling his grandchildren bring to him each time that they talk, smile, walk into a room or proudly tell him they’ve caught more fish than he has.

I was almost home from a very long drive when I saw the first estate sale sign. Exhausted, I paused for a moment trying to decide whether to turn or keep going.

Mr. Harless’ TV and radio repair shop wasn’t on Main Street, but it wasn’t far from it.