Beer Thieves and Wayward Seagulls Snow allied with the Yankess long ago. It was a Northen entity at the time of the Civil War and it when it came time for the blue and...
Fire on the New Year, White Death in the Air There is nothing quite as pretty as a mill fire at 5 o’clock in the morning. For those who don’t know, Upstate South Carolina...
One Giant Monkey Fist That’s what my back is, Mr. Peterman. I’ve now been in constant motion for almost 12 hours. Behind me…crab dip-stuffed Anaheim peppers topped with shrimp, crab-stuffed mushrooms, maple sausage-stuffed mushrooms,...
Icing? That’s ain’t right! “That guy is a sissy! Give me a pair of skates! Ref! How much they pay you, Ref? Sixty-two! Come up here and say that 62!” It was Thirsty Thursday...
Christmas at the Waffle House Four stoned guys walked in and sat at the counter. It was a profile of every pot smoker you’ve ever known. The Giggler sat on the end, entertained by...
Merry Christmas from Dixie It’s not snowing on the pines, or in the pines, or around the pines. In fact, I’m not even sure it is Christmas, but “Christmas in Dixie” was playing at...
Blogging In Mississippi That’s M-I-cooked letter, crooked letter-I-crooked letter, crooked letter-I-humpback, humpback-I…to you and me. That was how Grandma Price taught me how to spell the name of this wretched state, back when I...
Take off those footie pajamas Maybe I’m just feeling a little randy today. Because, I seem to be in some sort of sick minority. Last night, I put on my rucksack, pith helmet, and...
Shivering and warm at Mt. Willis Just came down off the real mountain…Paris Mountain. It is ten degrees colder up there and the wind is whipping like a stud bull’s tail. I don’t go...
Unpacked, unscathed, uninspired The glutton has returned to Mt. Willis. After four days on the road, in the air, and bellied up to a mother’s dinner table, I’m back on the mountain, wearing boxers...
Blogging in the Ozarks Back to the old homestead for a few days. It’s odd to see all the old haunts through new southerner eyes. The old high school seems foreign. Old girlfriend’s houses...
I said “pee” on live TV In my six years of radio and television work, I’ve never cursed or had an offensive slip of the tongue on the air. That ended on live television...
Even when you’re expecting it… …the repair man screw job still hurts. Straight up, 8AM. I’m groggy, just out of the shower. I’m wet, sloppy, unshaven and looking for a reason to call in...
I should be home in bed… But I am at work, staring blankly at my computer screen. Apart from a two-hour happy hour break, I’ve been at work for 14 1/2 hours. So far...
