No. 151 - Bootleggin’ with B. Floyd
919 Words. 4 Minute Read.
As much as I like the Bandit’s ’77 Trans Am, I’d prefer a 1970 Plymouth Superbird with a rear wing and a 426 Hemi, in Vitamin C Orange—but I’d replace the Road Runner’s “Tweet, Tweet” horn with one that plays Dixie.
No. 150 - Lemon Cake and Whiskers: The Robber Baron Within
1,614 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I just had a slice of homemade lemon cake, and it was rich! Fluffy like a cloud, with a decadent layer of sugary frosting—it just doesn’t get any better. As I was enjoying the last bite, I had to do what all mustachioed men do: check the mirror for crumbs, leftovers, what have you.
No. 149 - Bourbon, Bullets, and a Broke Down Truck
1,525 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I’ve traveled all over this great nation of ours—been to 47 states and visited every major city—and I can assure you that next to the majesty of the Rocky Mountains and the beauty of Northern California, Kentucky is one of the prettiest parts of America.
No. 148 - What They Don’t Tell You at the Turn
1,145 Words. 5 Minute Read.
I am forty-five years old – it’s safe to say I’ve officially made the turn. If I were at Peachtree Golf Club, I’d be staring down the fairway on number ten — an expansive checkerboard gulley that rises to a plateau, where a pin flag waits, roughly 500 yards away — with tears in my eyes, knowing half of my life has vanished.
Guest Writer: Christiana Roussel
This is a first in a series of guest writers at The Bohemian Capitalist.
Christiana Roussel is a writer from Birmingham, AL.