I was a private school kid. Before you go there, I wasn’t that kind of private school kid. There were no limousines or drivers or designer bags or ivy-covered walls or disheveled teachers in tweed who lived onsite and inspired me to seize the day. In fact, I was a scholarship kid – which meant… Continue reading How Polly Flinders Ruined My Life
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Farewell, My Favorite Redneck
This weekend we buried my favorite redneck. Many people who know me would be surprised to discover that I dearly loved someone who used to scoot across the Everglades in an air boat, not to point gators out to tourists with cameras, but to hunt them (the gators, not the tourists). Their eyebrows might shoot… Continue reading Farewell, My Favorite Redneck
In Search of “The Holy White Man”
While we indulged in over-priced Peruvian fare last night, our friend, Jarrod, shared a story about his now-deceased aunt, who apparently was a member of the only Pentecostal church in Florida that doesn't believe in Jesus. How is that possible? Pentecostals live for Jesus. They eat his body and drink his blood at communion...yet never… Continue reading In Search of “The Holy White Man”