It’s crisp this morning — perhaps 60 degrees — and a sweet-smelling cloud has settled over Port Royal. That smell tells me that pigs are being slow-cooked on Paris Avenue and that…
It is Saturday morning, and I’m on my slightly-worse-for-the-wear deck. This morning I have my coffee (Peet’s Major Dickason’s Blend), a Food Lion-brand Chocolate Chip Cookie (“dare to dunk differently”) and a…
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It is Monday and I’m on the Statehouse grounds in Columbia. It is dark, late, and my wife and I are walking the manicured grounds looking at Ben Tillman, Wade Hampton and…
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It is Friday and it is early. This morning I’ve got my coffee (Major Dickason’s Blend), a tangerine and a the expectation of a couple of days in the North Carolina mountains.…
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m sitting at our rustic, planked, dining room table watching the sun rise behind Lady’s Island. This morning I’ve got my coffee, tangerine and the prospect of…
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It is Saturday, still early, still cool, and there is the expectation of a morning in the yard. We were gifted with an unexpectedly temperate spring— several months that seemed to be…
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There is a writer — Paul Theroux — who once took epic railway trips. His books Old Patagonia Express and The Great Railway Bazaar are two books that I have read, with…
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