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…
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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,…
Dew One Thing
byAfter Mom died, I was appreciative but a little overwhelmed by the job and board offerings from colleagues who knew I’d have more free…
Treeson
byI swear we didn’t want to do it. Cutting down a hardwood tree was the last thing we wanted, but the water oak in…
Starter Wars
byA long time ago, in a kitchen far, far away…. Well, it was only a year ago, in truth. And the kitchen was two…