My mom and I took Holden to a nice new park in Savannah for its grand opening weekend. We were there to meet up with T, a close friend I’ve had since third grade. I never get to see her and she’d never met Holden, so this reunion was long overdue. The reunion came and went too quickly and I had to get my grumpy, overheating 2.5-year-old back to the car. On the way out,…
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I am in the hotel bar at the Marriott in downtown Jackson, Miss. There’s some sort of convention in town. I can tell because the bar and lobby is full of cackling middle-aged women and their severe hairdos. There’s a sweating bottle of white zinfandel on the bar and I can hear good-natured ribbing and knee-slapping and there is no way these people would ever be drunk together were they not here for work. They’d…
I had just finished my “free” breakfast of home fries, fruit, sausage links, and a biscuit. It was a Sunday morning and the lobby of the hotel was bustling. Boston, country, and British accents wafted around me as I wiped the corners of my mouth with a small paper napkin. I put my fork down on my plate and hoisted the baby onto my lap where he bounced, gums bared, and watched the crowd. An…
Sometimes you happen to be in the right/wrong place at the right/wrong time, and you see weird stuff go down. Tonight after work, I drove out to the gym. As I pulled in the parking lot, I saw a guy sort of standing around a truck. Didn’t think much of it. People stand around sometimes. But as I was gathering up my bags and getting ready to get out of the car, I noticed a…
Last night I was in line at Kimbrough, bottle of cheap bubbly in hand, waiting on the guy in front of me to get done with his transaction, when said dude turned to me and asked what I was getting. I held up the bottle so he could see the label. “Is it good?” he asked. I nodded in the affirmative. “It’s good and cheap,” I said. (Barefoot Bubbly, woo!) “Yeah, I need something to…
Last night I sat on a comfy red couch with my pals Amy and Amanda and talked about all the hilarious things that had been yelled to us by people on the street during our times in cities. Amy shared stories about the leering/catcalling street folk Downtown, and Amanda told us about the time the ubiquitous aggressive white lady (you can see her from Downtown to East Memphis, if you pay attention) tried to get…
Remember this story? Well, the documentary is finally available. Here’s a clip (damn thing busted my frames!): Online Videos by Veoh.com “I immediately knew that this was just going to explode.” — Nick Fowler, famous journalist, former Sidelines editor, former MTSU Homecoming King candidate Download it from Veoh or see the whole thing here. It’s 45 minutes long, but it’s fascinating. It’s hilarious in parts (“the wilds of rural Tennessee!”) and brilliant in others, and…
If the crack that you recently smoked is seeping out of your widened, red, wet eyes so that I can spot you from across the room and know instantly that you’re a crackhead who’s about to say something to me, even if it’s as lovely as, “You got a name to go with that pretty face?” do not be surprised if I laugh, embarrassed, and say, “Ha, no!” because I am merely standing there debating…
Days like today remind me why it’s so hard for me to leave the house sometimes. I had to make rounds and pick up gifts for Phil’s mom, sister and brother, which landed my in Pier One, Hobby Lobby and Target. Good lord. Scores of shoppers with that glazed look of disbelief and confusion everywhere. Cars aggressively vying for parking spots. Annoying children putting their grimy hands on everything they can possibly reach. Oddly enough,…
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