Monthly Archives: November 2017

Lee Harris called me recently, then left a picture of a paper bag in our mailbox. I’m almost certain that’s the first time that’s happened to me. It was a copier photo of a small brown bag, five inches wide … Continue reading →

My wife, Jane, claims she doesn’t have a recipe for coon. I didn’t see her look, but she seemed quite certain. It’s hard to believe that dozens of southern style cookbooks made the same glaring omission. But I wasn’t worried. … Continue reading →

I graduated from Valdosta State College in 1974. In 1993 the Board of Regents awarded it the more prestigious title of Valdosta State University. I got a nice letter from the school’s president saying that the university designation would add … Continue reading →

One Sunday in September, just after church, Dwaine Slade handed me a small cardboard box. “A. J. sent this to you,” said Dwaine. A. J. Wright is his uncle, and is also a relative of mine. He owns a funeral … Continue reading →