Imagine.
The eastern sky was streaked pink and orange when you started walking to Mount Locust. Sunrise dipped into the Mississippi River and set it aflame.
You weren’t there to admire the view, not when you had fifteen miles to cover, weighted down by jangling pockets full of metal and paper.
Your only remaining possessions.Continue Reading
When Athens, Georgia’s Avid Bookshop invited me to appear in their stupendous Prince Avenue space, I barked,
“YESYESYESYESYESYES!”
Sure, I was excited about an invite to a prestigious indie bookstore. But I took the event to drag Dad back to the University of Georgia. I imagined us strolling through the UGA campus, him regaling me with stories of his college days.
“I want to see that Georgia-Missouri basketball game!”
“Really, Dad? I mean, it starts at noon, and we’re not driving over until Saturday, so—”Continue Reading
Smartphones make is easy to snap a picture, to freeze a moment, to make a visual memory. When I walked the Natchez Trace, I took hundreds of photos. Five hours alone on my feet meant lots of boredom. I filled that boredom with point-and-shoot.
Boredom can make the best memories.Continue Reading
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