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Tori's Thomas took me for several rides in his golf cart. He never ran over me. Not once.

Because Food Is the Essence of Memory

Because food is the essence of memory. During January, I think I ATE everywhere to launch Not Without My Father: One Woman's 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. Behold, a comprehensive list of where to eat if you decide to darken the Natchez Trace region. Some public. Some not. Pity for you.

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Making Memories with Steven Addis of TED X

"Will you take our picture?" Steven Addis introduces himself and his daughter to a random stranger. Accosting unknowns for camera duty started as a whim. On a NYC street corner, he held his one-year-old daughter in his arms. They smiled, retrieved the camera and went home. He didn't realize he Made a Memory until the next year. Coincidence led him to the same street corner with his two-year-old daughter. Another passerby. A duplicate shot with a bigger girl and an older man.

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Pushing the Snowball Up the Hill

The Northeast isn't the only victim of Snowmaggedon. Seriously. Imagine. You drive 10 hours. The last two in sleet.