Highway 29 revisited
U.S. 29 didn’t start as a backwater back road. It didn’t birth itself as a place that looked like it came straight from Dante’s mind and landed in an Anderson County, SC cow pasture....
U.S. 29 didn’t start as a backwater back road. It didn’t birth itself as a place that looked like it came straight from Dante’s mind and landed in an Anderson County, SC cow pasture....
There’s a very important class that famous people take. You probably don’t know about it because you have to be famous before you’re allowed in the Circle of Lust. I only know about it...
It’s comfort food week on Mt. Otis. I made an old school taco salad last night–really traditional, uninventive, and awesome beyond words. Near the end of the prep work, I almost went avant-garde. I...
I have a hard time deciding which is scarier. Is it the possibility that someone unknown to Charity Worley stalked her, laid in wait, and then beat her to death with a pipe outside...
My grandparents live on a county road in southwest Missouri. My great uncle lives just behind them, just across a dirt road. My mom’s cousin lives a couple of places down. When we buried...
It seems even fate is working with furloughs these days. With no time to spare at April’s end, justice was efficient this week in Upstate South Carolina. Rather than draw out judicial proceedings for...
Our lungs had not yet been fully coated with the smoke of 500 chain smoking, leather-faced Argentinian gamblers. The middle aged women looked like their makeovers came courtesy of Rawlings after the catchers mitts...
It’s been a long road. I watched Barack Obama get elected from Costa Rica. I watched Mexican federales raid us on the Pacific coast. I followed some dude named Pablo in Chile. I threw...
(Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport)–Obviously yesterday did not go as planned. A combination of bad weather, a broken plane, and Delta Airlines being Delta airlines meant I never left the ground yesterday. Rather, I spent about...
(Greenville-Spartanburg International Airport)–I’ve been known to make a bet. In the past three months, I’ve bet on the toss of a lime, the next commercial to come on television, a rickshaw race, a game...
We didn’t go to Cabo for Spring Break. Daytona Beach never made the list. If somebody had mentioned Cancun, we probably would’ve yawned. Why, I can’t say for sure. We were surely as drunk...
This has been going around for a couple weeks, but I just found it, courtesy of my snarky buddy Iggy. I’ve seen nothing cooler this week. If you’re like me, the type to get...
Twitter is the Keanu Reeves of the internet. I imagine a big budget film in 1994. It has big guns, big names, the perfect script, and Oscar written all over it. Spielberg already has...