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.

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.

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.

764 Words. 3 Minute Read.

As I meandered through the hills with a giant plug in my cheek, I got to thinking: what would it be like to have Willie Nelson in the White House?