Sixish on a Friday night. I just finished Happy Hour with a girlfriend at an upscale restaurant. We had Pinot Grigios and fish tacos, and yummy warm sour dough baguette with lots of butter. She was giddy about a blind… Continue reading

“Dad, can I change it?” Adam, a gangly 13-year-old with braces, all skin and bones and pubescent curiosity, gives his father a sideways glance. They’re heading south on US-78 from Memphis to Ole Miss for a football game. He’s itching… Continue reading