If I examine my childhood for the most consequential year, it’s probably either 1981 or 1982 (the year I learned my parents were divorcing and the year they actually did, respectively). But 1986 is a decent candidate too. That year began in Anniston/Oxford and ended in Madison. At the beginning of it, I was playing … Read more
Tuscaloosa calls. The more Nate does to get ready to go, the more I think I’m going too. (Not to babysit him. Just to have the experience.) I’m very excited for him. I’m irritated with a lot of the COVID-19 coverage as things open back up. “No spike in cases!” the headlines read, after everything’s … Read more
Whatever Governor Ivey says, I think Lea and I are looking at two solid weeks of COVID-19 declines before you’ll catch us sitting down in a restaurant. I won’t speculate when that’ll be, but I’d bet it’s not this week, next week, or the week after that. I haven’t had socks on even once since … Read more