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…
Tag: memories
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…
Long, long ago, in a kingdom not very far away, I was a Lady. Shut up. Yeah, back in the dear dead days of the 1970s, I was the Lady Maude McEwen (poetess) in the Middle Kingdom of the Society for Creative Anachronism, SCA or…