So about 2004, I won a week’s residency at The Mary Anderson Center at Mt. St. Francis, where I worked on stitching the dismembered bits of various rewrites of SAGE into a more-or-less coherent whole. While there, I took this picture of a statue they…
Too many years ago, now, we drove down to San Antonio. It was a great trip, down the Natchez Trace part of the way, stopping off at Tupelo, Mississippi — Elvis’ birthplace — to see his tiny house, stopping off at Oxford, Mississippi to see…
Back in the dear dead days of the late 60s – early 70s, nostalgia was all the rage. Insofar as I remember. It was a craze that has stood me in good stead while watching Jeopardy, as I know many things from the times of…
