Flimsy Cups

Last weekend, in an attempt to never leave the house again...ever, I watched a documentary about Joe Strummer. I'm not sure I learned an...

Last night, Martha bought tickets to see B.B. King in January. We're takin' the Big Man and I can't wait. He's still chapp...

Tuesday night I stayed in Baton Rouge...a non-smoking room at a Hampton Inn. I was lucky to get one at all. Y'all remember Issac? The...

Workin' in Jackson this week...hate it. Quirks of the industry make it a drag. Too many pigs at the trough. I do get to sleep at h...

We are still hip deep in boxes but, we are no longer residence of Hinds County...the moochers and their elected goons, the thieves, the co...

My actual job, how I spend my days, is a blast. Despite their initial concerns that I was over-qualified or whatever and that I'd get b...

Because if I did the pressure in my face would shift and my head might explode. SICK. This has been the longest nastiest bought of sin...

I took Communion yesterday...like most Sundays. It's the culmination of the worship service, it's a sacrament, it's supper in ...

Sunday was Rose Sunday. Six in the morning I'm at Bedi's Texaco inhaling an Iced Texas-Sized Honey Bun. Then with my faced stuffe...

Earlier this week I stood in my drive pondering an asinine observation that I'd been presented with. The next night at Five Guys I was...