Month: July 2017

To coin a phrase from David Copperfield, “To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) …” on a Monday at 9:52 pm at Druid City Hospital in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I was not alone as I discovered, with a bit of … Continue reading I Was Born at the Mall

In his reference to twins, Kahlil Gibran wrote, “You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore but let there be spaces in your togetherness.” To me this profound expression characterizes what growing up with sisters who are identical twins can be. Twins are similarly different, it’s all about Dis and Dat. In my … Continue reading Dis and Dat

In my hometown, we are “Progressives;” we can buy beer and wine in grocery stores on Sundays -- if it is after twelve noon, when church services are over. Whiskey and Rhy are still not for sale on Sundays, we do have some morals left concerning the Lord’s Day. When the partial alcohol sales began, … Continue reading Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

This week we celebrated the Fourth of July and TCM brought out the classic James Cagney movie, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Yankee Doodle Dandy is a weird little song about a strange young man riding a pony to town, sticking a feather in his cap and calling it macaroni, which meant a flashy dresser. But it … Continue reading Yankee Doodle Ice Cream

I have a lot of stuff; some of it is special, often useful, and downright necessary for my making it through the day. I find it necessary to take stuff with me wherever I go, conventional wisdom being that I cannot be parted from some of my stuff for extended periods of time. It is … Continue reading Southern Girls, Packed and Loaded