That Old Roy Magic
I am deaf. DEAF, I TELL YOU. I am at Dad’s, forcing him to actually help make a plan for our March-April jaunt to the Natchez Trace. For the next two days, here’s how every conversation will go:Continue Reading
I am deaf. DEAF, I TELL YOU. I am at Dad’s, forcing him to actually help make a plan for our March-April jaunt to the Natchez Trace. For the next two days, here’s how every conversation will go:Continue Reading
MTM and I were out at a bar before Christmas. Our friend John, former owner of our favorite coffee spot, was in town from his new home in Brooklyn. He crossed the room and beamed at me.
“How’s your cycle?”Continue Reading
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Imagine you’re in the mountains of North Georgia. It’s a rugged place at the tail end of Fall, but you can still see leaves float through the air.
You lock yourself in the house with your computer, because, you know, North Georgia spawned the people of Deliverance, and you peck away at your own inner evil. More than a hundred times, you make a circuit of the house to check the locks.Continue Reading
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