Jim Dodson

Mar 28, 2024 | ohenrymag.com | Jim Dodson

Donald Moore’s Extra Inningby Jim DodsonAfter 22 years at the helm of the Greensboro Grasshoppers as both president and general manager, Donald Moore opens the 2024 season in his new position as President Emeritus of the organization he helped create. A longtime figure in the Gate City’s sporting scene, Moore was a three-sport star at Page High in the early 1970s, playing baseball, football and basketball.

Mar 28, 2024 | ohenrymag.com | Jim Dodson

The Ever-Changing GardenMay the work never be doneBy Jim DodsonThe spring gardening season officially got underway this year with the necessary removal of a 70-year-old red oak tree that threatened to fall on my garage office. Being a confirmed tree hugger and septuagenarian myself, I felt for the old boy having to come down. But I’d probably have felt worse — perhaps permanently — had the old fella decided to fall on my office with me in it.

Feb 29, 2024 | ohenrymag.com | Jim Dodson

A painter takes his stroke from the canvas to the greensBy Jim DodsonSo why is Dave Baysden smiling? On the final hole of Rees Jones’ challenging Championship Course at Bryan Park, he’s completed an otherwise sterling round of golf with a bogey on his card. “Yeah,” he says with a carefree shrug, as he and his playing partners head for a beer in the clubhouse, “that was kind of disappointing, especially after one of my best rounds ever.

Feb 29, 2024 | ohenrymag.com | Jim Dodson

Coffee with GodFaith beneath the starsBy Jim DodsonEvery day between 3:30 and 4 a.m., I take a cup of coffee outside to an old wooden chair beneath the sky where I sit, look, listen, think and pray. If you’ll pardon the expression, it’s something I’ve done religiously for at least two decades, regardless of season and weather, bitter cold or bright summer night. Fog, rain, snow or sleet — almost nothing keeps me from my early morning rendezvous with the universe. I call it coffee with God.

Jan 30, 2024 | ohenrymag.com | Jim Dodson

Winter Dad, Summer SonHow’s the weather? Depends on who you askBy Jim DodsonMy son, Jack, phoned the other afternoon as I was enjoying an ounce of something superbly aged and watching from my favorite wooden chair under the trees as winter birds fed. It was a clear but cold afternoon, the kind I like. This day was also special in another way as well. “Hey, Dad,” he said. “How’s it going?”“Pretty well,” I said. “I finished the book today.”“Congratulations,” he said. “I know that’s a big relief.