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Category: memoir
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It Was Elemental…
If I had to choose an element that was my grandmother it would be fire. As many of you know, I grew up in a rowhouse on Symington Avenue in Baltimore during the 1960s. I’ve always counted myself lucky to have grown up in a home that had an extended…
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A southern night to remember…
It was an extraordinary evening. A southern night at its finest with good food, good drink and good conversation; a story I have told numerous times. A night to be grateful for. A kairos day. Forever changed.
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Sang Satin Sheets…
In the spring of 1986, I got a call from Ansley. He was Jeanne’s bandleader, and he asked me if I would be interested in playing rhythm guitar and back-up singing with her band. It had been a dream of mine to play the Opry since 1975 when I first…
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Grand Pop Cage and the Pop Gun Repair
My pop gun was broken, and Grand Pop Cage could see that I wasn’t happy about it. We each got a ten ounce bottle of Coca Cola out of the frig and sat at the bottom of the stairs out back on Symington Avenue. The bottles of pop were delivered…