It’s the fifth of December today, and I sat down on my front porch in an old rust-colored sweater to do some afternoon reading. I think this is warm even by Tennessee standards, but when you grow up in Wisconsin, you don’t expect to be doing any outdoor relaxing once the calendar switches to October, let alone December.
A few words from my friend Thomas Wolfe in You Can’t Go Home Again:
Wouldn’t it be great if there was one event in Nashville that featured local musicians, local visual artists, and local writers all at the same time?
Greetings from the land of Grand Rapids, Michigan!
The midwest really knows how to do fall. Tennessee could learn a few things as far as I’m concerned.
A necessary corrective to my heart this morning from Wendell Berry. Continue reading
I got started thinking about sinkholes the other night, and now I just keep on thinking about them. They fascinate me for some reason. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I wrote some thoughts on here. But I have a good excuse for that. I’ve been extremely busy growing this mustache (may it rest in peace). Continue reading
The kind folk over at Lockeland Springsteen asked me to write a guest post for them recently.
For those of you who don’t live in Nashville, there’s a neighborhood in East Nashville called Lockeland Springs.
Now what these folks have done is made a pun out of that name by changing the end of it to Springsteen, like the musician! You know, Bruce Springsteen? Get it? eh?
Fred Friendly, to be more precise.