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Fasttrack
There is a special place in every Southerner's heart for their automobile. Just as with California's Car Culture, the Deep South also embraces their beloved wheels.
When I was a tad, the hottest car in the whole world was a Chevy Camaro and its twin in spirit, the Trans-Am. These cars were guaranteed to help you score with the babe in the hot ( Read more... ) -
Flowers in the South
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IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?
Few things in nature can assault the body so brutally without laying a glove on it, as the common cold. Someday there may be a cure for cancer and they might be able to replace every organ in the body with a mechanical substitute, but colds will always be with us. The raw wintry winds carry that mysterious ailment from sickly to healthy and ( Read more... ) -
Tea Time
My friend Marcella Lively recommended I take a specific sort of tea to help me with a peculiar digestive problem I have. Think of it in the "not a cure but it can't hurt" category of recommendations. In her infinite sweetness she sent me a bag of it, as it is a Chinese tea not likely to be found here in the States. Well, not without it being ( Read more... ) -
Should have kept quiet in The First Place
Just down the road from Boulevard Buick is the little garage called The First Place, as in "You shoulda come here in." It's a small business that has weathered good times and bad. I say "weathered good times" because the owner, Vance Chesterfield, had the good sense not to get all full of himself and expand the shop beyond its means.
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Wrong Turn
I walked down the hallway of the Greater Metropolitan Roopville Star Center, which houses an auditorium and an arts gallery and several classrooms for revolving functions. I wanted to find a specific class to join but could not find it for love nor money. Instead, I walked into a hornet's nest known as a Public Spat during an emergency meeting of ( Read more... ) -
Vixen, Part Three
The hospital is a noisy place. People come and go at all hours, bringing their hospitalized kinsman all manner of amusements and smuggling in take-out meals when the hospital food is just too bland or revolting to stomach. I want to go home.
I was minding my own business - literally - at the Feed and Seed one Saturday when in through ( Read more... ) -
Vixen, Part Two
In the effort to free Junior Butterswing (of THE Butterswings of Wett Lake Drive) from the designs of Miss Viola Hassendoodle, I went to the Day and Nite Laundrymat on North Street. The name is false; the Day and Nite Laundrymat is only open from eight a.m. to ten p.m., but that is what you have to expect from Ray Bob Hassendoodle. ( Read more... ) -
Vixen, Part One
Few conversations with Junior Butterswing ever come to a satisfying conclusion for me. On his own, Junior is a congenial enough fellow, fairly oozing with genteel manners and its companion accomplishment, idle patter. When he is in the company of his formidable wife Daphne he fades into the woodwork and does as she directs. When he is ( Read more... ) -
What's in a name?
There is a special place in my heart for Miss Maybelline Nabors, and always will be. Miss Maybelline and I have been friends ever since she walked into the Feed and Seed twelve years ago and asked the price of goat fencing. Anyone who looks out for goats wins me over, but Miss Maybelline's warm laugh and easygoing shrug is especially ( Read more... )