

Soap Box

Veterans Day Revisited - Soapbox Rewind
On this day set aside to honor those who have served, here's a Soapbox Rewind of Charlie's from 2017. - TeamCDB/BW
I know Veterans Day has come and gone but I wanted to devote another column to our veterans, as it is my belief that we can never say enough or do enough for the people who have

More Memories and a Current Events Thought - Soapbox Jr.
I remember snowflakes as big as goose feathers and a moon the color of new-made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching from horizon to horizon.” – Charlie Daniels 1980

Hanging Chads 2020: The Sequel - Soapbox Jr.
But here we are.

A True Patriot - Soapbox Jr.
Dad was born in Wilmington, NC in 1936, and while only a child, had vivid memories of World War II, one of his first being the bombing of Pearl Harbor.

Why Trump? - Charlie Daniels Soapbox Rewind

Happy Heavenly Birthday - Soapbox, Jr.
I started writing a soapbox and then shelved it when I realized what was staring at mom and I later this week; Dad’s birthday on Wednesday.
This is the first of the “Sadiversaries” that I wrote about recently, but it seemed so much further off when I wrote about them, now It’s almost here.

Hunting for the Big Guy - Soapbox Jr. 10/23/2020
The mainstream media has said virtually nothing about it, but it matters because we were told by many Democratic members of Congress that we need to know if a potential leader of the free world is beholden to a foreign government.

Charlie Daniels Honoring Our Heroes Day Speech - Soapbox, Jr.

Supremely Ridiculous - Soapbox Jr.

Debating Racism - Soapbox Jr.

Debating Racism - Soapbox Jr.
Wednesday night while watching the vice-presidential debate, I had to turn off the TV or I was going to throw something at it when Kamala Harris, the Democratic nominee for VP said that at the presidential debate, Donald Trump refused to condemn white supremacists and that he told them to “stand down and stand by.”
I just about lost it.

A Dying Breed - Soapbox Jr.

A Dying Breed - Soapbox Jr.
One of them was Doug Gray, the lead singer for The Marshall Tucker Band, and only original member. Just to clarify, there are original members still alive, but no longer with the band.

Sadiversaries - Soapbox Jr.
Yes, I know the title isn’t a real word, but it should be.
Sunday, September 20, 2020, would have marked mom and dad’s 56th wedding anniversary.

Shoes - Soapbox Jr.
Well, they’re new-ish.

Saying Goodbye to Another Old Friend - CDB Guest Soapbox
*NOTE* CDB guitar tech, Roger Campbell, penned this ode to a dear old friend, and we wanted to share it with you today. – TeamCDB/BW
No, no one has died, but yet we lost a faithful and beloved member of the CDB family today.

9/11 Memories - Soapbox Jr.

Remembering Both 9/11's - Soapbox Rewind

Labor Day - Soapbox Rewind

More of the Rest of the Story

The Rest of the Story

Growing Up with The Best There’s Ever Been

Ten Years Later - Soapbox, Jr.
"On January 30, 2010, Charlie Daniels suffered a debilitating stroke in Colorado and was forced to end his 50 plus year touring and recording career. The once-great fiddle player’s voice and music were silenced for the rest of his life until another stroke took his life ten years and six months later on July 6, 2020."
That is how the last ten years could have played out.

God Winks - Soapbox, Jr. 8/7/2020 - With Pictures!

The Best There’s Ever Been Part 4 - Soapbox, Jr.

The Best There’s Ever Been Part 3 - Soapbox Jr.
I have to say I’m floored over the reaction to the past two soapboxes chronicling the passing of my father. It seems that Part 2 touched a lot of people as many have said they cried as they read it, which sounds about right, I cried as I wrote it. I’ll have one more soapbox chronicling the week of dad’s passing, and then I’ll see what else might be rolling around in my head that can be put into print.
Back to that terrible week of July 6th…

The Best There’s Ever Been Part 2 - Soapbox, Jr.

The Best There's Ever Been Part 1 - Soapbox, Jr.
As I sit here, it’s Saturday morning/afternoon, July 11, 2020, the day after we laid my father to rest.
I think it goes without saying, that this has been the worst week of my life, bar none. The man I’ve known for 55 years, who, along with my mom, have always been there for me is gone.
