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Closing the Book

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Two boxes appeared on the screen. I selected “Yes.” “If you do this, K— and S—…

Plains, trains, automobile

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There 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

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It 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!

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I 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

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“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

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After 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)

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When last we left our daring adventurers, they had driven through Atlanta in possibly the city’s worst weekend of traffic. Ever. Their winding path…

Farming was sexy

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“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,…