Memphis

Inspected

After five point five years of living in Memphis — including many months of owning a home here — I’ve finally decided to take the plunge and get Shelby County tags. I figure I may as well fritter away my tax dollars locally rather than in Hardin County, where they go to build jails that house former high school classmates of mine. At least in Shelby County my tax dollars can go to fund some…

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work

Powerless

It’s 2:35 am. I am still at the office. The power went out shortly after 10 and we’ve just been sitting here, waiting for it to come back so we can put out the paper. MLGW has told us they have no clue what the issue is, but that substation 21 has been affected, and that means us plus The Med and Le Bonheur. Our office phones are down and our emergency lights are running…

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randomosity

Come for the bug lotion, stay for the flattery

I enlisted a nice gentleman’s help in Rite Aid last night, as I was completely unable to navigate my way toward the bugspray aisle. “Do you have bug-repellent lotions?” I asked him. He thought for a beat and then said, “Let’s go see.” He led me back to the bugspray and I scanned the bottles and canisters and moist towelettes for something more spreadable. I didn’t find what I was looking for. The man picked…

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shopping

In which your narrator’s want-o-meter goes berserk

    Here is how a girl knows she has gone over the deep end into the homeownership bit of adulthood: She gets absolutely beside herself about all the weird and cool and old stuff at Memphis Waterworks and Memphis Market Central. I’m talking ancient doors, crumbly bricks from historic Memphis buildings, enormous church windows, soothing fountains, coppery hardware, the whole bit. I harbor no illusions that I will ever be able to afford anything…

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