Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I once touched a Norman Rockwell painting.
There, Okay, I said it. What a relief it is to get that off my
chest. I've carried this guilt with me for 20 years; it's time for me
to come clean.
You see, touching a piece of art in a museum is about the same as
messing with one of Don Corleone's boys in THE GODFATHER.... you just
don't do it. "Put a finger on a painting, and we'll 'finger' you," said the Docent Don....
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Few things in my childhood bring as many memories as the great foods that my family ate.
“We might not have much money,” my mother used to say, ‘But we sure do eat rich.”
Those were the days of my coastal adolescence. Lakeshore,
Mississippi, was where my father coached - Gulfview Elementary School.
The food was straight from the gulf My dad fished like there was no
tomorrow, but he also ran shrimpboats during the summer to...