Go Down Together, Jeff Guinn

Bonnie and Clyde

I’m reading Jeff Guinn’s book, Go Down Together, the untold story of Bonnie and Clyde.  When you realize they went on their crime spree during the depths of the Great Depression, that Clyde’s parents lived for years in a tent in West Dallas, that Bonnie could barely walk because of a leg injury, that she had to […]

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Harley

Competition

Zack the motorcycle-riding, tattooed, painter/minister is back today, doing more skim-coating on my kitchen walls.  Yesterday I discovered he’s also a jack-hammer and a cement man.   That bit of information came to light when he questioned the plumber about how the pipes had been laid beneath the concrete slab  in my basement. If we need a jack-hammer man, clearly Zack is available.  […]

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Rain

Another Rainy Day in Nashville

It looks like rain again.   We’ve hardly had a day this summer when it hasn’t rained.  Sammy the Singing Cat is sitting outside my window, waiting for me to let him in.  He’s not likely to get wet, sitting under the eaves like he is,  but he looks worried.  There’s thunder in the distance and […]

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Cowboy Boots

Copperhead

An Indian girl drowned in the crook of the river where my sister and I swam when we were children. She was in a canoe and the spring rains were heavy that year. The waters ran high and excited. The girl paddled around the bend in the river and was caught in the rush of […]

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Welty house

My Mother’s House

I’d like to spend one last night in my mother’s house. There’s work to be done before we put it on the market, so the electricity has not been turned off. The phone has been disconnected, but I’ll have my cell. If I can’t sleep, I can get up and go into the kitchen and […]

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Old Radio

Hey, Good Lookin’

We heard the news on the radio. The great Hank Williams, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” Hank Williams, had died in the back seat of his car. New Year’s Day, 1953. When Hank’s wife, Audrey, walked into the diner where I worked that night, there were snowflakes on her coat. I still remember that, […]

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