I was driving home last week talking (hands free, mind you) to a friend over in Charleston who informed me that he was considering a getaway to Stone Mountain… in North Carolina. To a native Atlantan like me that last sentence didn’t make any sense because we all know that Stone Mountain is clearly Continue reading Stone Mountain’s Secret Twin
This past Saturday I was lured downtown by my friend Shawn, who insisted that we needed to check out the new Atlanta Comic Con. I first heard about the event on Facebook a week or so ahead of time, and naturally wondered if it was connected to the 48 year old media-rich convention held in San Diego every summer (it isn’t).
As you get older you tend to have more responsibilities, so carving out the time for an unknown event like this wasn’t on the top of either of our lists. We had decided to check in with each other that morning to decide if Continue reading How I Stopped Freaking Out About the Atlanta Comic Con
This is a new installment in my series of posts over the years about by experiences on the movie Black Dog, which shot in Georgia and North Carolina. The lead photo was originally posted by user Python423 over on AdvRider.com back in 2007.
Second unit turned into a fighting unit once we made a company move to Helen to shoot some big truck stunts. Suddenly we were all out-of-towners and while we tried out all the local restaurants, a bar called The Southside Bar & Grill became our crew’s main hangout.
“The Southside Bar and Grill on the southern end of Main St. offers karaoke and live bands during the week and entices with big-screen TVs and pool tables (not to mention a tasty, casual menu).” – TripAdvisor.com
“Tasty, casual menu” my ass – we shot there almost five years before TripAdvisor even existed, and that place was a Continue reading The Southside Bar & Grill in Helen
I can’t exactly remember the first time I heard someone refer to their parent’s sister as an “Ont”, but I was probably still a kid and it was probably said by a character on a television show. It might have been All in the Family or The Jeffersons, but in my heart I know that it was actually Continue reading Aints and Uncles: My Southern Thing
According to my social media feeds there are now MORE episodic series in production than there are people living in the ACTUAL United States. If you are like me, you have observed your friends posting about “TV shows” that you have NEVER EVEN HEARD OF BEFORE.
Sally posts “Oh I really enjoyed this week’s episode of Nuzzled!” while Petey posts “The season finale of Continue reading The Balkanization of Episodic Television
On Tuesday morning I drove up to the state capitol for ‘Film Day’, an annual event where members of Georgia’s film industry gather with the Governor and members of the state legislature to review the success of our state’s film tax credit in a public setting. As in previous years the crowd consisted of representatives from various film studios, business owners Continue reading Thank You Governor Deal!
My life is now punctuated with occasions of cataloging the artifacts that my dad saved throughout his life. One of those artifacts I recently ran across was a coupon from a local used book store called Fischer’s Books.
I think my dad introduced me to Fischer’s around the time I was in junior high. Like any small town used book store in a shopping center off the main drag, it was a no frills place. Unlike the fancy book stores in the mall, the shelves in this place nearly reached the ceiling, and books were stacked in the aisles. They were everywhere. I’m sure that it was probably a fire hazard, but it was the late 70s and Continue reading Fischer’s Books in Riverdale
During a commercial break in last night’s Super Bowl I was intrigued to hear the unmistakeable voice of Dr. Martin Luther King Junior, ringing out from the nearly 30 year old Sony Trinitron in our living room. I stopped fiddling on my phone and started watching. At first I assumed I was seeing something that the NFL had prepared in honor of Black History Month. But it looked all the world like a Continue reading The Snowflake Slur
It’s closing in on two years since I lost my dad. His memory dominates my thoughts tonight because I just finished spending a few hours working on cleaning up the basement where he kept nearly everything he had ever owned. It’s a combination of junk pile and museum. I like to think of it as a time machine for traveling back and spending more time with my dad, because his presence is so strong in that place.
Two years flies by quickly.
I was certain that the first year after his passing would be the hardest, and it was so terribly difficult in so many ways. The grief hit me the worst around 6 months after his passing, which coincided with his birthday. I never cry, but I sure did cry a lot that month.
My mother and I had spent so much of our time as caregivers we had ignored taking care of ourselves and we were ragged that first year. I had no idea of how badly in need of a reset I was.
Instinctively, I began avoiding stress. If I had the ability to eliminate something that made me feel bad, it was gone – whether it was a situation or a specific person. I circled my wagons and took care of myself.
I’m still doing that.
Even as my world was shrinking I was gaining perspective.
Cleaning up Dad’s Time Machine has been great therapy for me. It might take a few more years, but I’ll get there eventually.
And you will too.
I was in my second year of architecture school when the movie Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure hit theaters. It was (and still is) a significantly absurd movie, but it was absurd in all the right places and had a most excellent soundtrack. Something that would appeal to a kid in his early 20s pulling all-nighters making drawings and architectural models.
At some point I discovered the soundtrack to the movie on cassette tape and I listened to it religiously until I knew the songs by heart and the order in which they played – the way that anybody raised during Continue reading Bill & Ted’s Excellent Soundtrack