Today at 3pm Sweetheart and his banjo boarded the Silver Star in New York City. In a few hours I’ll be getting on the same train in Richmond, VA, fried chicken, cold beer, guitar and handkerchief in hand to meet him en route to south Georgia. We’re taking the fabled “Oysters Rockefeller” express down to the sea islands for Miss McKay’s birthday. On the agenda: gators, clamming, cocktails in ruins, armadillos, ghosts, sunsets, pig heavens, and- most importantly- adventures. I’ll see you all next week. Until then picture me here…
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Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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Today at 3pm Sweetheart and his banjo boarded the Silver Star in New York City. In a few hours I’ll be getting on the same train in Richmond, VA, fried chicken, cold beer, guitar and handkerchief in hand to meet him en route to south Georgia. We’re taking the fabled “Oysters Rockefeller” express down to the sea islands for Miss McKay’s birthday. On the agenda: gators, clamming, cocktails in ruins, armadillos, ghosts, sunsets, pig heavens, and- most importantly- adventures. I’ll see you all next week. Until then picture me here…
Feather By Feather 