For Halloween I’m going as… A person who is hiding in the house with all the lights off because she has eaten all the Halloween candy the week before. A sexy costume rack full of sexy costumes. Someone with very poor retirement planning. A grown woman who doesn’t know how to act or dress her …
Whoa. Via TravelWild, those people who sent me to Antarctica (What? Did that really happen?), there’s a new series of photos from the Shackleton expedition. Whoa. § I’m not even going to excerpt this piece because I want you to go read the whole thing right now. Marika Malaea is possibly the most under-appreciated writer …
I went to see the King, or what’s left of him, and music played in my head the whole time.
It’s not my way to respond to a rant about coleslaw; I’m just not that passionate about cabbage salad. But I read this piece shortly after I’d eaten a mind altering BBQ chicken sandwich on a butter horn — “You want slaw on that?” Yes, yes I did want slaw and good lord, that was …
I traveled in Mississippi as a guest of Visit the Delta. Nearly all my travel expenses were paid for. When I arrived at the Shack Up Inn outside Clarksdale, Rust, the onsite bar and restaurant, held a circle of guitar and bass players deep in lessons. I watched for a while before checking in. I …
I traveled in Mississippi as a guest of Visit the Delta. Nearly all my travel expenses were paid for. [dropcap]B[/dropcap]B King: I’m no good with chords. I’m horrible with chords. Bono: That’s okay, we’ve got The Edge for that. I did not expect to be completely suckered in by the BB King Museum in Indianola, …