Honoring the Past, Building a Future
Lewis Grizzard wrote a book titled - - Elvis Is Dead and I Don't Feel So Good Myself. Two days after the presidential election and waiting, the title expresses how I'm feeling. Grizzard makes me laugh, which is good medicine for the patience needed to get to the final counts. Grizzard was facing a changing … Continue reading Thinking Of Elvis Presley While Waiting For The Results
A few days before the election, I find myself homesick. The home where my parents remain in the dust mots that float in the light from the window. Where I'll find my 3-speed Schwinn bicycle is ready to ride. Where the last fall leaves have blown from the large elms leaving a bare-branched canopy overhead. … Continue reading The Presidential Election Has Me Homesick
Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks. ~Robert Louis Stevenson I'm sure you remember Treasure Island, an adventure novel by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson. The book influenced our … Continue reading Main Street – Marked With An X And A Bottle Of Rum
I have reached the last stages of editing my third novel. As background information, the main character, Sarah Collins, is accepted into the highly competitive Architectural History Program at The University of Texas in Austin. Sarah's career is the touchstone for the story. Sarah adopts a Teddy Roosevelt quote for her own purposes when she … Continue reading Waiting For Justice To Arrive While Riding The Rocky Mount Bus
Welcome to Goldsboro: Note the widened sidewalks, the street lighting, the green space and trees, the pattern brick sidewalks, awnings, the beautiful restoration of each facade. Historically correct upper windows, a unified streetscape. How this corner building once looked and then...below... the restoration...my photo a few days ago Once Upon a Time and Today … Continue reading Goldsboro – An Accredited Main Street Program – I Have Things To Show You
By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—and less open space … Continue reading The Old Neighborhood – 700 Block Arlington Street
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