Living a concierge-less existence

There’s a gentleman who comes into my bar who goes by the name of Sarge.  I can only assume he comes from a military background.  I don’t know too many people who give themselves unearned, war-time nicknames.  It’s not like Continue reading Living a concierge-less existence

The Long Trek to Fayetteville, Part Deux

Upon arrival in Atlanta, where my flight to Memphis connected, I found Hartsfield-Jackson Airport instantly fascinating. One could live comfortably in that airport and never have to leave its friendly confines, except for the occasional sun tanned dose of Vitamin Continue reading The Long Trek to Fayetteville, Part Deux