Sugar Britches

This, I think, shall be the title of my personal memoir, assuming I ever have enough material to write one.
Anyway– for those of you not familiar with Hot-lanta, 285 is an interstate that encircles the city limits in a giant loop. (It is not “the” 285. If you say that, you’ll sound like a damn [...]

Confession: I had never actually been inside a Kroger until I moved here in 2006. (Conversely, most Atlanta natives have never set foot inside a Piggly Wiggly or Food Lion, but that’s beside the point.) One unique aspect of living in Atlanta is quite a few Kroger locations have nicknames, and even stranger is [...]

You might be from south Georgia if…
- You think people who complain about 100 degree heat are sissies.
- You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by distance to the building, but by the proximity of shade.
- You’ve seen people wear blue jeans and baseball caps at weddings and funerals.
- [...]

Let’s go back… waaaay back… back before lolcats, before Myspace and Youtube; hell, even before blogs.
The year was 1995; I remember it well.
Slick Willy was in the White House, but Monica hadn’t gone public yet. I was being dragged kicking and screaming into puberty. And that Christmas my father was feeling benevolent (I believe he [...]