And the Winner is…Vince Vaughn

     If I could be any man, I would without so much as a second thought, choose to be Vince Vaughn.    I like everything about him. I, of course, love the obvious things first. He’s very tall, amusing, surprisingly athletic, a master of wit and dry humor…he’s got everything.  However, lots a men have these qualities. I wouldn’t say…

A Note on Nostalgia

     I can’t decide if nostalgia is an emotion I like or not.  I mean, it’s an ambiguous little brat of an emotion after all.  It cannot fully be described, only felt.  The dictionary gave it its very best shot, but failed.  Whatever it is, though, I experience it frequently.  I don’t so much long…

Moonshine and Memories

     For the past week or so I have been enamored with the famous moonshiner, Popcorn Sutton.  I came down with a terrible cough that nothing could fix except a yellowish colored substance that was handed to me in an old nyquil bottle with “last of Popcorn” written on the front.  Had I not had tremendous…

Once Upon a Time in Florence

     Once upon a time in Florence, Italy there was young high-school girl travelling out of the country for the first time.  This girl looked more like she belonged in Florence, South Carolina, travelling back home , painted with a fresh Myrtle Beach tan.  However, this was not the case.  Despite her appearance, this girl fancied herself…

To Dream, or Not to Dream…That is the Question.

    I’ve come to a recent conclusion that having a dream, and I mean a real, bona fide, can’t eat, can’t sleep, border-line insane, dream is one of the most painful delights imaginable.  I should stamp the words “dissatisfaction” onto my forehead.  With my home life I’m one person.  I’m completely happy with my wonderful…