April 2012
2 posts
The mint and the whiskey
There’s lots of talk going ‘round about mint juleps mostly due to an upcoming horse race. But when I think of mint juleps, I think of a silver cup I saw inside a glass box at an old house in the woods of Oxford, Mississippi.
This year, it will have been fifty years since William Faulkner died, and even longer since my redheaded grandmother Loree watched him watch others in...
Taking care of business and turnips
If you’ve been wondering where I wandered off to lately, I’ve been wrangling high school jazz bands, bluegrass prodigies and stage equipment the past few weeks for the Savannah Music Festival.
And let me tell you, it takes more than a couple Luna Bars to herd a hundred teenagers carrying trombones, saxophones and upright basses through the hallways, streets and cramped backstage...
