To encourage me to come Back South from Seattle, my mother offered to buy me a car. She didn’t specify how far South, and I didn’t specify what make, model or color-but we understood each other. “Back South” meant Birmingham, and “a car” meant simply something that would hopefully only break down every couple of years, instead of every couple of ( Read more... )

The first problem in the new life adventure was to figure out what to do with my stuff ( Read more... )