I don’t go to the wall enough anymore, but that’s a topic for another time. This one’s for William Gay, who died yesterday. I’ve seen many people express shock his passing at the relatively young age of 68, but it should be noted that 68 in Southern author years is a pretty good run, besting a number of his contemporaries. Also, if you ever met Mr. Gay, you were saddened to learn of his passing, but you weren’t necessarily surprised by it. On his best days William rarely looked long for this world.
As part of catching up on my digital chores I’ve updated GoodReads with the books I’ve finished over the last 6 months. You can check out my thoughts on them and everything else I’m reading here (and they hang out on the right hand column a little ways down). Anybody got any good book recommendations to pass along? My ‘to read’ stack is getting a little low.
Now If I can just get that damn Flickr updated.
Just dropping a note to wish everyone a festive Mardi Gras weekend. It’s largely been a dark and cold January and February here in Baton Rouge and between that and coping with the end of the football season, with its ready made weekends of food, friends and fun, it’s good to have one of the biggest parties on the planet to look forward to and help usher in Spring’s arrival. (more…)
It’s been seventy-something days since Gustav and I’ve been looking for the right time and place to pick up the A&W thread. Right now I’m sitting on the back deck in front of the fireplace finishing off the last of the handle of Makers Mark I bought in the days before the storm and am burning, for the first time, wood cut from the tree that landed in the front yard during the storm. So the circle is complete. So mote it be. (more…)
Growing up an Atlanta Brave’s fan in the 1980’s, I didn’t have much (okay, any) firsthand experience of the excitement that a tight pennant race could generate. I had to get my knowledge second-hand, and perhaps no book clued me in with such poignancy as David Halberstam’s The Summer of ’49, one of the most loved books in the baseball canon. So it is with a note of sadness and appreciation that I saw that Mr. Halberstam, a Pulitzer prize winner whose accomplishments extended well beyond his much-loved sports books into political and social journalism, died today, the victim of a car crash.
So I’ve poured a stiff drink, and make my toast to Mr. Halberstam. There is, no doubt, baseball in the great beyond, and here’s hoping you’ve got good seats.