There's a story in every life and a life in every story
A few years ago, at Christmastime, Daddy and I hit the road.
We decided we’d make the trip to a place called Jackson Lake Island, for no other reasons than we had time, we wanted to go see the place and we’d pass a Red Robin on the way. Continue reading “A hollow town”
I took a road trip to the top of America last weekend.
I decided to jot down some things I’ve learned about such trips on the way home.
I planned to discuss Mount Rushmore in this column.
Instead, I wrote about stairs, persistence and two people I met in an old graveyard.
I realize those sentences don’t make sense so here’s a little backstory. Continue reading “About stairs”
I had been on the road just shy of a week, and gone hundreds of miles through four states when we stopped to eat breakfast at a place called The Bear Trap. Continue reading “About travelers”
My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop.The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.
I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. Continue reading “Take a trip to: Hank Williams’ house”
The first day of a new year has almost come and gone.
A steady rain is falling, as it has nearly all day.
I can hear it thumping against the roof of my house in a rhythm which is bound to put me to sleep.
While I’m still awake, since I’ve properly greeted the new year, I’ve decided to spend the next 54 minutes or so on what happened in the old one.
What a year it was. Continue reading “The first night of the new year”
When the calendar flips and a new trip around the sun begins, people sometimes reflect on times gone by.
They often look back with a focus on mistakes they made or how they can make this year better than the last.
This is not that kind of reflection. Continue reading “Learning to take it easy”
Last Saturday, my Mama and I took another trip to the Alabama Department of Archives and History in Montgomery.
They were different, but in a good way.
Last Saturday, my Mama and I took another trip to the Alabama Department of Archives and History in Montgomery.
We’d been once before, when we randomly decided we’d make the hour-plus drive to see what the archives had to offer, and we weren’t disappointed.
The archives were different last weekend, but in a good way. Continue reading “A trip through time”
The photo above is the cover of the paper’s special 2014 football section, which is one of the reasons I have been lacking in the blogging department lately. Continue reading “Back to the blog”
I once read an ebook that included the question asking whether I would live nomadically if I could.
It asked where I would go, how I would decide where to go and what life would be like if I didn’t have just one place to call home.
The answers, of course, were in songs. Continue reading “Songs of the nomad”
