Closing the Book
by“Are you sure you want to do this?” Two boxes appeared on the screen. I selected “Yes.” “If you do this, K— and S—…
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Plains, trains, automobile
byThere was a moment last weekend when I felt like that pilot played by Tom Hardy in “Dunkirk.” We’re driving the Leaf toward Americus,…
Grape expectations
byIt started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…
Espal-yay!
byI was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…
Sound ’vision
by“Throw away your television.” That’s what everyone’s telling me. And by everyone, I mean Jenn. And Chuck Klosterman.1 And the Red Hot Chili Peppers and…
Dewster’s Millions
byAfter a year of living like monks, we were ready for our month-long, free-for-all, Brewster’s Millions spending spree. Or were we? As soon as…
Buy your leaf (Part 2)
byWhen last we left our daring adventurers, they had driven through Atlanta in possibly the city’s worst weekend of traffic. Ever. Their winding path…
Buy your leaf (Part 1)
byI’m in the pickup truck, carrying a heavy load, 100 miles north of home in what’s probably the worst city to drive in, in…
Farming was sexy
by“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…