Front Porch Philosophy
Grape Soda is Cheaper Than Therapy
There was a time in my childhood when the greatest luxury in the world came in the form of a grape soda in a glass bottle. Not the plastic kind that always tasted faintly like […]
Summer
Front Porch Philosophy
Bringing Back the Smoke of Summers Past
There was a time when the smell of charcoal drifting through a neighborhood meant something. It meant somebody’s daddy was out in the yard with a metal spatula in his back pocket. It meant kids […]
Front Porch Philosophy
The Vine That Ate the South
Kudzu is the only plant I know that wakes up every morning choosing violence. Most plants mind their business. Kudzu looks around, cracks its knuckles, and says, “I think I’ll take that mailbox today.” You […]
Front Porch Philosophy
Watermelons Just Aren’t As Good As they Used to Be
After a long, hot week at work, my body decided it was time for fresh fruit. Not a polite suggestion either. More like a craving that grabbed me by the collar and marched me straight […]
Uncategorized
My Ongoing Feud With My Yard
There comes a point in every man’s life when he realizes the yard is not a space he maintains. It’s a living creature he’s in an ongoing feud with. Mine declared war sometime last summer, […]