By Scott Graber It is Saturday, early, and a quick turn on our deck reveals the sweet, tangy aroma of slow-cooking pork.
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By Scott Graber It is Saturday, cold, but I’ve got a fire in the hearth and my Eight O’clock coffee. Today we
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By Scott Graber It is Friday morning and Susan and I are in Tampa, Fla. Actually we’re in a part of Tampa
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By Scott Graber Some weeks ago, I had lunch with Dean Moss and David Murray. In an effort to avoid a meandering,
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For those who came of age in the American South, there was a certain behavior that was discouraged. My Southern mother would
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m in my grey-painted study. I have my coffee and a view of several portraits done of
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