Bling Me Back to Graceland, Home of the King

We were married on Elvis’ birthday. Hold on there big fellah, it was just a coincidence. 

I didn’t even realize it until I woke up in a champagne haze, with the TV still blaring on our wedding night.

I knew the Fates had conspired when I half-opened one eye and saw there on the news… CONTINUE READING >>

We were married on Elvis’ birthday. Hold on there big fellah, it was just a coincidence. 

I didn’t even realize it until I woke up in a champagne haze, with the TV still blaring on our wedding night.

I knew the Fates had conspired when I half-opened one eye and saw there on the news… CONTINUE READING >>

We’re Too Old For This Crap

One of our top priorities when becoming gypsy — as opposed to empty — nesters was to use our new found freedom to see family and friends that we hadn’t been able to visit in years.

While finishing up our childrearing years on a Caribbean island a thousand miles from the mainland we were understandably limited in our opportunities to drop in on folks.

Now that we are unfettered, we have had the opportunity to reunite with quite a few of our old friends. In every case I’ve noticed… CONTINUE READING >>

One of our top priorities when becoming gypsy — as opposed to empty — nesters was to use our new found freedom to see family and friends that we hadn’t been able to visit in years.

While finishing up our childrearing years on a Caribbean island a thousand miles from the mainland we were understandably limited in our opportunities to drop in on folks.

Now that we are unfettered, we have had the opportunity to reunite with quite a few of our old friends. In every case I’ve noticed… CONTINUE READING >>

A Tale of Two Cities… Uh, Counties… No, States

Check this out: we’re on the border of Tennessee and Georgia. We find a community that is split down the middle with a blue line painted through the town.

It gets weirder (YAY!) — the blue line goes straight through buildings. Shops, a church, even a bar.

But wait, it gets weirder yet. The bar is also in two counties. And one of them is dry… CONTINUE READING >> 


Check this out: we’re on the border of Tennessee and Georgia. We find a community that is split down the middle with a blue line painted through the town.

It gets weirder (YAY!) — the blue line goes straight through buildings. Shops, a church, even a bar.

But wait, it gets weirder yet. The bar is also in two counties. And one of them is dry… CONTINUE READING >>