Longtime readers may remember that my mother was once a stewardess. She flew with Northwest, and lived in the Minneapolis area when she did. She stole this sign one night cutting up with her friends. It was in this very same place in our house in Anniston—to the left of the garage door—when I was … Read more
I can specifically remember my Uncle Bill purchasing the 45 of “Country Boy (You Got Your Feet In L.A.)” by Glen Campbell for me in 1976. I think we were at TG&Y. I might have been five years old, but looking at the release date of the song, I was probably four. He and Dottie … Read more
The circus is in town. As I type, it starts tomorrow. I’m pretty sure it’s been 30 years since I’ve been. The most recent time I can definitely remember attending a circus was in Oxford, sometime after my parents divorced but before Mom and Jenny moved to Florida, which almost certainly puts it in 1983. … Read more