“Why would you pay good money to see Jethro Tull?” That’s the first question people asked me
I don’t remember exactly how old I was. The outer boundaries are maybe five years old, as that’s
One half of a lifetime ago, I walked into a Los Angeles bookstore.
Now and then music will break me.
Icy wind stretched the full 250 miles separating Savannah from Spartanburg, but that was more the fault of my means of conveyance than it was some kind of force majeure.
During my mid-twenties, I worked a cruddy job in a call center. The company was great and the people with whom I worked couldn’t have been nicer, but
My first attempt at literary writing occurred at nine years old.
What follows is an accounting of nearly 50 years of football fandom, if it can be called that.
I did not know my paternal grandfather very well. That was partly due to geography, and partly due to the fact that he rarely spoke around me.
I am sitting in a diner, listening to Miles Davis’s 1987 album, Music From Siesta. I was managing a record store in Savannah when this album was released three decades ago. Thirty […]