My favorite streets are in the blocks surrounding the museum so I led Alistair down Church Street, past Christ Church built in 1840, undeniably beautiful, made of stone. Further down, a set of beautiful buildings in the Mobile style, the most beautiful being Malaga Inn. The courtyard, with its bubbling fountain, is a must-see. I crossed the street and took Alistair to Spanish Plaza, a park dedicated to the relationship between Malaga, Spain and Mobile. There is another very nice fountain there.
Read MoreI have so many memories in the yard. Growing up we used to swim in an above-ground swimming pool, which is now a bed of lettuce. In May we picked blueberries. When I owned a rabbit he would enjoy exploring the azalea bushes. We raked that yard all day after Katrina made landfall. One or our big pine trees fell.
Read MoreLooking back, those were “The Good Years”. You had some early childhood trauma, but those years on stage were the years before it sunk in; before the delayed reaction, before you would realise, before the anger and the sadness. (You can’t write that there was a bookend to that, either, once that starts it’s a machine that doesn’t end, even now).
Read MoreI’ve been blogging since I was 16. If you go back, year after year, and look at my posts around Christmas, you’d known that I usually become “The Grinch”. I hate The Holidays. I hate that every year I get fooled into thinking it will be different. I go to dinners out, I see friends. It hasn’t changed.
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