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 […]
It wasn’t a house yet, just a bare skeleton waiting for someone to make it into one.
If it’s not my first memory, it’s certainly close.
Colleen Goodwin and Michelle Brown were best friends, and two sides of my second grade love triangle. They looked remarkably alike in a coarse sense: both brown-eyed, black-haired girls in knee socks […]
(I wrote a handful of pieces for a Why It Matters manuscript that I never posted here.
No day in the life of a kid is more exciting than Christmas Eve.
Not all children are innocents, but I was.
There were several ways to tell big kids from little ones during the ’70s.
Larry wasn’t the coolest kid in the neighborhood, but he owned the coolest bicycle.