It’s not hard to know where to begin with Jeter. I know the exact date. October 26, 1999. It was game three of the World Series between the New York Yankees and the Atlanta Braves. That morning, a co-worker of mine came into the office and said she had found a kitten underneath a refrigerator … [Read more…]
Poem found in an old notebook, c. 2012. Levon I called you when Levon died, but you never called back. I knew then that you’d never call back. You were the only one I thought would understand what he meant.
The Chair We’re going. It’s 12 o’clock. “Wait here until we come to get you. Here on this chair.” The lone chair is in a long hallway in front of double doors that people walk in and out of; doctors and nurses and who knows who. I can only distinguish the maintenance people, with their … [Read more…]
I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for Jim Ridley, the editor and long-time film critic of the Nashville Scene, who died today at age 50. He gave me a boost when I needed it, that I’ve carried with me for years. I first got to know Jim in 2006, when … [Read more…]