Some New Yorkers have the nerve to make fun of the way Alabamians talk. They say it is unintelligible and sounds ignorant. Right. Like “Hey youz guyz, move dat #%@* truck out of my *$&@ way” sounds brilliant. If Einstein had been a New Yorker, the formula would have been “E=M#%@C.” So as an accented […]
Fuzz and slime are hard to come by in New York. No, I’m not talking about the NYPD. Oh sure, fuzz and slime may seem like a natural resource what with the subway system, indigenous New York lawyers, and the abundance of talk shows that are based here. But I’m talking about vegetables, specifically OKRA.
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Last week I gave a bit of advice about taking a cast-iron skillet with you whenever you go to the country. Let me exend that rule to French restaurants. They don’t have much to eat there that I can tell. Now I’m not bashing French food, mind you. We’ve got some pretty disgusting food in
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Ever since I was a boy, I’ve loved Christmas trees. Problem is, I usually find a way to accidentally obliterate at least one Christmas tree every season. Christmas trees are glorious things: tall and proud proclaiming a special holiday; shiny and glittery during the gloomy darkness of deep winter; green and healthy in a month
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Twas the night before ChristmasAnd lo it had snowedThough less than an inchcovered the road.“Blizzard!” cried some“Nor’easter” hollered more.Even the mayorCouldn’t get bread at the store.The elves and their radarhad re-routed old Santawith frost on the groundCould he land in ‘Bama?My family was sleepingQuite soundly, I sayWhen fatso and companyslap rurnt his sleigh.Out on driveI
Twas the night before Christmas And lo it had snowed Though less than an inch covered the road. “Blizzard!” cried some “Nor’easter” hollered more. Even the mayor Couldn’t get bread at the store. The elves and their radar had re-routed old Santa with frost on the ground Could he land in ‘Bama? My family was
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Here comes the bride. Thankfully, I’ve had a moment of respite from weddings. I went to five this summer. I suppose all my friends are of the marrying age here at 24 years old. In fact, I’m probably behind since Alabama’s average age to be betrothed is 22. I love weddings. Lots of funny things
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Every month, I pay about $3 a square foot for a crummy little apartment on the fifth floor of a former tuberculoses hospital on the East side of this island called Manhattan. I’m not complaining, because it’s one of the best deals around. For an expatriate Alabamian, the idea of renting anything on $36 annual-square-foot
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At some point in a man’s life, the weather becomes more than a subject for light chit-chat. It becomes religion. On any given day, Guy Wiggins can tell me the dew point pressure in Manhattan, regardless of the fact that he hasn’t visited in twenty years. He also consistently monitors the rainfall in Andalusia. Currently, this is something of a mystery to me considering that Granddaddy only grows grass and the occasional tree. But I’m sure it will make sense when I’m 81.
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