Rednecks White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer
2014-03-08
“Don’t hit that deer, Andra!”
“I SEE IT, DAD!!!!!!”
“Golly Molly, Andra. You’re gonna kill us all. I hope this restaurant is worth all this trouble.”
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“Don’t hit that deer, Andra!”
“I SEE IT, DAD!!!!!!”
“Golly Molly, Andra. You’re gonna kill us all. I hope this restaurant is worth all this trouble.”
Continue Reading
A certain bird has been following me up the Trace. It rattles into trees. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a red head or streaks of white.
A woodpecker.
I don’t know what kind.Continue Reading
Sixty miles walked. Four days. Two of them on the tail end of Winter Storm Titan. Other than a nagging blister on my sore left pinky toe, I’m trudging through the abuse. I owe huge thanks to two tough Southern ladies. Miss Ethel, owner of Hope Farm in Natchez, gotContinue Reading
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