My Home Town: Gerald Swindle

You know what you told me, but you don’t know what the dude behind you told me, so let me clue you in…

…you both told me the same damn thing.

You told me stories of family, stories of faith, stories concerning the future of your children, you spoke of disgust about politics and politicians, and smiled through tales of pride of your congregation.

You were the quarterback, you rode the bench, you were the homecoming queen or at home during the prom, you cut coupons, you sew, you ride the internet for bargains, you bring food home for the elderly neighbors next door.

You want safe streets and a planet that doesn’t kill you.  You buy girl scout cookies, you give to your church and do what you can to help the family in town going through hard times.

You wear suits, you wear blue jeans or overalls, your shoes are shined or your boots are covered in the soil of your farm.

And it dawned on me, that for 30 years I have been covering the stink of America, and completely missed America’s soul.


This series, “My Home Town,” will show you that in America…all over America…there is still a soul…there is still core, shared values.




Raising good kids…

Benevolence towards others…

Equality of ideas, where gender, or race of the brain, doesn’t matter…

Opportunity, where only “want to” matters…


Love of country.

I believe, in my soul, that at the fundamental being of most of us, we are truly more alike, than we are different,

and that if we take the time to listen to each other,

to visit with each other,

we will find,

that all around us is the,

Kind in Man.

And it is, The Where, Of We,

that brings us together.

My Home Town:

Locust Fork, Alabama

In the words of Gerald Swindle

“My parents, Tommy and Dell Swindle have been married over 50 years now.  My dad, when my dad, and others like him, are gone, it will be a generation of hard working men, lost.  He lived through the hard times of the Depression, he knew what having nothing feels like, and he is appreciative of having something.

“He taught me that ‘son’ you have to earn respect, don’t just expect it, that hard work is honorable.  He taught me the value of a man’s handshake and a man’s word.  He taught me that if you get knocked down, you don’t stay down, you get up, dust yourself off, and get going again.

“Dad, he also taught me how to treat a woman, he showed me that by how he treated my mom.  He lead by example.  He was/is kind to her, respectful to her, loving to her, and boy, look out if he ever heard we showed disrespect to her, didn’t matter how old or big we were, we got straighten out right quick.

“And my mother, my mother was/is the rock in this family, the backbone of the family.  She is the superglue that held us together, she is the one who when I would get down on myself, start not believing myself, she would always sit down with me, listen to what I had to say, and guide me through what was bothering me.

“Family man, family, can’t imagine where I would be without them.”