Shannon twisted my arm and, like always, I broke under the pressure. I had avoided making jambalaya ever since our cooking class in New Orleans for reasons that were a mystery, even to me. Maybe it had been built up too much. Maybe the loosey-goosey directions from our cooking class were a bit intimidating. Maybe it was just sheer laziness. Whatever the reason, the clock was ticking. Read More…
After five months of traveling through the flat-lands of Florida and the Gulf Coast, I was genuinely delighted to see mountains again. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I saw the rolling hills of the Great Smokies for the first time. Even though we’ve been moving once or twice a week, the dramatic change in landscape made it feel like we landed someplace completely different. As much as we’ve loved our last couple dozen stops, this somehow feels new and fresh; like travel is supposed to.
His murderers had every reason to believe that Emmett Till would simply vanish beneath the water like so many other ‘negros’ had. Mutilated, beaten, and shot in the head, his body was discovered bound with barbed wire to a 70-pound cotton gin fan at the bottom of the Tallahatchie River. The 14-year-old boy’s crime: allegedly flirting with a white woman. Read More…
Patrons wiz by Shakespeare to grab a seat for Julius Caesar
In Montgomery, Alabama, we found something that reminded us of the best of Manhattan. For a decade, an annual summer tradition of ours was seeing Shakespeare productions at the open-air Delacorte Theater in Central Park with our friend Charlie, who joined us in the Deep South for some play-going. Read More…
Everywhere Once 