What Is In A Name?

A few weeks ago I took a trip to the beach. We traveled through Georgia. Part of our journey took us down U.S. 27.  It is a fine road, with lines and signs and what not. It is also stocked with a plethora of law enforcement officers. I thought that was a friendly touch. I
Read More

The Bridge to Home

I live on a country road out in the middle of nowhere.  It curves through the woods, climbs up hills and dips into hollers (hollows, for the over-educated) like a slow-moving serpent that is caught out after the first frost. I have strolled down this road with a fishing pole on my shoulder in search
Read More