This is a place where some days seem to feature all four seasons, and others offer only wet heat.
Days like today, when the breeze is just gentle enough to rustle the oak leaves, are meant for front porches and rocking chairs. (more…)
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A hollow town
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. (more…)
A tale of two plays
I went to watch a play Saturday night.
It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.
The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.
Hank’s house
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. (more…)
A trip through time
Last Saturday, 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. (more…)
New year, new lessons
The first few days of 2015 have already brought their own triumphs and tragedies. (more…)
SEC is proving ground for football pros
I am patiently and excitedly awaiting the launch of the SEC Network tomorrow. (more…)
A look back on a weird month
July was a roller coaster of a month — full of ups and downs — so it should be fun to look back. (more…)
Taking fandom too far
Ok. I’m mad. (more…)
A hundred words about swimming
I feel sorry for people who don’t know how to swim.
Especially those who don’t know how to swim and live in Alabama, where the sky is so blue and the summer months are so hot you probably really could fry an egg on the sidewalk.
I’ve been swimming a lot lately, and it’s helped. Since the mercury in the thermometer has been so high, I think swimming has become somewhat instinctive — like a survival mechanism.
I’m exaggerating, of course, but it is nice to have a place to find relief when the sun beats down like Germany on Brazil.