A Gift from the Grievous Angel
Gram Parsons, Southern hippie aristocrat Byrd progenitor of “Cosmic American Music” who spent too much tyme eight miles high, expressed his Christian faith in a number of tunes, none lovelier than “A Song for You.”
American Graffiti
Where this latest tourist among the rustics goes wrong is in not crediting the stay-at-homes with the capacity to dream, and in not noticing that some of those who “got out” dream of returning.
Kingsley Amis (!) On the Priesthood
Then it’s a bit up to you to be jolly crusty and jolly full of hell-fire and sin and damnation.
Flowers (Potatoes?) in November? The Southern Tier Efflorescence
The dank and drear of Election Day and its hangover were dispelled by the appearance in my mailbox of books from two most...
Rootedness & Rand Paul
What does it mean to be a Kentuckian, or a Kentucky senator? Does place have any place in a national election?
A Requirement for Respect
Our region became, unwittingly, the domestic front of what is now surely a global energy war.
Gardnering at Night
Those so blessed by the Good Lord as to be within hailing (or driving) distance of Batavia, New York, might want to drop by...
