There’s something magical about a wonderful chair. Straight, proper, formal; or sensuous, curvy and ornate, or simple and muscular. Some, you can curl into and stay all day, or for a lifetime. Some, you can barely stand to perch in for a minute, while you tie your shoe. The best ones stop you in your
Dear Pals, please turn to page 47 in your Kitchen Closeup books and hum along with me as I sing the praises of a humble but noble vegetable. Rhubarb. First of all, in today’s world, it would need to have have a totally different name thought up by teams of marketing people who worry about
Drove into Nashville with my pal Lisa, coming up from Alabama, so of course we had to stop at the truckstop at Cornersville, TN. So close, but still not enough time to go see Bud’s Sterling Bullet and the fainting goats. NEXT TIME. So hilarious that at least half the shots I come home with
Today I had the wonderful gift of a few uncommitted, unscheduled hours in Hartselle, Alabama, where I’m staying near Tune Farm. What a joy to put some comfy boots on and take off down the street to see what I could see. The Tune Farm house, soon after it was built, around 1919. Knowing, always,
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