Author: JL Strickland

From Jim Cobb: “JL” (no periods) Strickland, hails from down in “the Valley,” an area on The Alabama –Georgia line once known for its heavy concentration of textile mills. JL describes himself as an:

"Unemployed geezer, frustrated writer, forced into early retirement when the cotton mill where I worked for 48 years closed and went to Pakistan. In March of 2013, I did have the bad luck to actually die in the local ER. Luckily, ol’ Ben Franklin had discovered electricity and they shocked me back to life – or my version of it – with those magic paddles. I was further shocked that Alabama Power Company didn’t charge me a resurrection fee. Or hasn’t yet.”

JL is a prolific commentator who would doubtless slap anyone who called him a “pundit.” My friend Hardy Jackson thinks JL represents “the voice of the people. Or at least a whole lot of them.” I’d like to think so, but, I know one thing, he not only speaks for me, but a lot better than I could do it myself.