Margaret Calhoun may not have been a holy roller, but she sure could fry the Hell out of a chicken.

There is an old saying that every story, even your own, is either happy or sad depending on where you stop telling it. I believe I'll stop telling this one here.

Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.

Even with the fact that I grew up in North Carolina, 'Jim Rash' just screams 'Southern boy.'

I love my State, because her people have been good and kind to me, and because her sky is above my home, as it will be above my grave.

....mountains. They stand at every view, like a mother offering a blanket in which to wrap everyday life and shelter it from useless. dreads. In june they are walls of white rhodendron blossom. In autumn the forests set themselves afflame with color. Even winter has its icy charms.