Hud’s CornerBy Tom Huddleston
2006 is now in our past. It seems that the older I get, the faster time flies by. I remember in high school praying that the days would hurry up and end so I could turn 16, get my drivers license, and put away the embarrassing J.C. Higgins coaster. It was way “un-cool” for a high-schooler to be seen riding a bike to the movie. At least it was in 1959. Having my own car would springboard me into the next right of passage; the world of dating and counting dots on the back of Olympia beer labels. But it seemed to take forever for that birthday to arrive. Now, in my twilight years, it’s as if the clock’s in a race to the obituary page.