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After all these years, I am just beginning to discern why this holiday memory endures so vividly: Public park. Large field. New Jersey. The dusk of a distant July 4th.  The first for my first son. He was very excited. And by excited, I mean one of those hand-jiggling, jumping up...

During some six decades of writing news stories and features professionally, it turns out I’ve told thousands of stories about people, events, random occurrences, trends, or observations.It’s been a rewarding time, personally and professionally, lots of travel, fascinating events, some boring stuff, too. And kind, generous people who allowed me...

I probably should have thought twice, felt concern or apprehension. Maybe even a little fear.But when the editor asked if I would volunteer to help cover a war and — oh, by the way — ferry $15,000 cash in $5’s, $10’s, and $20’s into the Vietnam and Cambodian combat zones,...

And now in Malcolm’s Memories, for RedState readers.“What are you going to call this story?” …  This is the 34th in an ongoing series of personal memories. … Links to all the others are below.Malcolm's Memories: A Toddler's First Fourth  Malcolm's Memories: Train, Streetcars, and Grandma…

I fell in love with The South a long time ago. Despite that one scary afternoon. It was only my second trip there as a native of northern Ohio, the son of two Canadian immigrants. Memphis was my first job as an actual, real-life newspaper reporter. It would surely determine my...