Truck

I went up to the top of the ridge, to the little grocery store and I parked next to an enormous truck. You know the kind, so big that you’d have to hoist both me and Mrs. Wigglebottom into it. And it rumbles so loud when it first turns over that you can hear it [...]

Eh, Vegetables, Who Needs ‘Em?

I have to confess, I’m contemplating not doing a vegetable garden again this year. I think we can do watermelon, okra, and bell peppers up by the house and I was, honestly, more delighted by the whimsy of having a space that big filled with flowers than I was with having it filled with vegetables. [...]

Speaking of “Putting Yourself at the Front of Any Parade”…

Chris Sanders has a really thoughtful post about Harold Ford’s conversion from Tennessee’s idea of a Democrat to an actual Democrat. It’s hard for me to be that generous. I bristle at the idea of having someone kick you repeatedly in the teeth and then turning around and thanking them when they suddenly see the [...]

So Long, Morning Roundup

Woods is taking over all of the morning roundups over at Pith, which is fine. But I admit, out of habit, to having a longing to click on the Tennessee Tribune‘s website and wait five minutes for the PDFs to come up, like old times.