Three Bad First Dates

He asked the bartender for a taste of a particular wine to see if he liked it. Common enough; no biggie. He wanted a sweetish white. Well, he did not like it, so he tried another one. Nope. The bartender tried to chat with him about the wines, explaining that the Reisling they pour is… Continue reading Three Bad First Dates

Tennessee Roamers, Mother-Daughter Style

The sun rose behind me on the first day as I drove west with Maggie, my 24-year-old daughter, snoozing in the back seat. The sun rose ahead of me on the penultimate day of our trip as we drove east again, out of Memphis. Then on the last day, heading north from our overnight stop… Continue reading Tennessee Roamers, Mother-Daughter Style