I got $700, Andra. 700 dollars. I can pay for stuff. Dad and his money are not easily parted. Unless one is selling him a television or anything related to the Georgia Bulldogs. At our first stop for lunch: I can get this…..All I got is hundreds. Lots of placesContinue Reading

MTM got up extra early this morning. It was our final breakfast of the trip to Tennessee, and he wanted the oatmeal to be super-special for Dad. He laced it with apples and maple syrup. A singular cup of coffee spangled Dad’s place. Dad greeted all of the effort inContinue Reading

Growing up, I never understood Dad’s fascination with the Moon Pie. Soft cakes filled with marshmallow cream and covered in chocolate, they are a Southern tradition that tasted like cardboard to me. Still, Dad ate boxes and boxes of the things. I never knew the Moon Pie originated close toContinue Reading