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The Backstory: Moving on to Mom
I’ll return to Dad’s story in a bit. Let me backtrack now to fill in some of Mom’s. About 20 minutes north of my dad’s coal town lies Scottdale, a small community with some of the coolest old houses ever. Of course, most people didn’t live in a house that cool. Scottdale was founded as…
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When Good People Do Nothing: The Appalling Story of South Carolina’s Prisons – Andrew Cohen – The Atlantic
Disgusting. Appalling. Excruciating. Please take time to read the article and then do something about it. If you live in South Carolina, talk to your legislators. If you don’t, call someone here anyway. This must stop. Willful abuse of the mentally ill, even if they have been convicted of a crime, is inhumane and despicable.…
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My love affair with Sherlock
The first real love of my life was Sherlock Holmes. I was 13. Having devoured everything worth reading in my house up to that point, I needed a new literary interest. I wasn’t really looking for romance, but I was certainly interested in a longstanding relationship. Actually, I was in the awkward phase of a…
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The Backstory: The Wee Sma’s
I’ll pick up more of my dad’s story in future posts, including how he met my mom and my childhood. Somewhere I’ve got a photo of my dad in his “work clothes” (actually, he wore this all the time) – a pair of brown Dickies work pants and a solid color Hanes pocket T-shirt, often…
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Of Snow. And Fathers who go out in the cold
It’s been cold around here, or so my Facebook feed keeps reminding me. Anything below freezing seems to be an event in these here Southern parts, and I resist the urge to laugh out loud. I mean, just because I grew up on top of an Appalachian “mountain” doesn’t mean I get to make fun…
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