It's one of those days at work where I'm absolutely paralyzed. Hogtied. Brainfreeze. I can't do anything. So what do I do? I go to Google Street View. I take a drive in my childhood neighborhood in Jackson, Mississippi. Take a look at the old house. There it is. There's the lawn I mowed a … Continue reading Manhattan Academy →

We had a big field behind my house.  Somebody twenty years before then grew soy beans out there.  But now it was just a big field covered in tall grass. It was a great place to fly kites.  The remnants of the old rows made the ground a little uneven as we ran to get … Continue reading Cedarstone →

A MONOLOGUE A few years ago ... before Cathy dumped me ... I was down in a swamp in Mississippi. I popped this squirrel out on a long branch, and it dropped like a wet rag into a clump of honeysuckle and briers so thick it was like a wall. I got down on my … Continue reading The Voodoo Stick →

I’m back in my beloved Hotel Monteleone. I fly back to Brooklyn in the morning. Instead of strolling over to Pirate’s Alley as I had intended, I never left the Carousel Bar downstairs. I clicked around a full 360 degrees three times, one tall Maker’s for each trip. In the mirror behind the bartender, I … Continue reading New Orleans jazz →