Morgan

Space Invader

Sometimes, strolling over kudzu-covered hill and dale,I’m comforted by the thought that when the
Souths’ last barbecue smolders and dies, when the last pickup truck sputters to a stop, when the last column falls off the last plantation house, when diners in Yazoo, Mississippi, and Eufaula, Alabama, succumb to mocha-decaf-cappuccino-skim lattes, kudzu will still be there, creeping at a rate of 12 inches per day, tucking every vestige of our glorious region under a thick green quilt.

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The Perfect Shine

As published by Esquire: We ran into this guy from across town not too long ago. Had the shiniest dress shoes we’d ever seen. Like slick patent leather but on salarymen’s calfskin. Asked him how he did it. He wouldn’t tell us. Said it was his maternal grandfather’s secret. Said maybe, just maybe, he’d write

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