By Gary Lloyd Each mailbox, some 20 feet apart, others 35, is a can’t-miss historic landmark around here. I suppose the yellow fire hydrants are, too. Every sewer top is … Continue reading The Sonny, the moon, and the stars
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My mind travels a path to Massachusetts
By Gary Lloyd On a Saturday in May, my iPhone buzzed with a text message from a former teacher. “Will you be in church tomorrow 9:30 – 10:00ish?” it read. … Continue reading My mind travels a path to Massachusetts
One for the books
By Gary Lloyd On the corner of Washington and School streets in Boston, where the most notable of all American Renaissance authors gathered and discussed their books, you can now … Continue reading One for the books
Understanding a place like Mississippi
By Gary Lloyd I’ve spent quite a bit of time swimming deep in the words Henry David Thoreau penned about Walden Pond, the novella Ernest Hemingway authored about a man … Continue reading Understanding a place like Mississippi
Pretty Words, Pretty Birds
Rick Bragg called it “pretty writing.” The Pulitzer Prize winner and University of Alabama writing professor, the one who made his name in the writing world at the foot of … Continue reading Pretty Words, Pretty Birds
Green Quarantine
The red bricks and thick mortar continue to rise high, but the green will always tower higher. I have written about Trussville a long time, lived here even longer, and … Continue reading Green Quarantine
The leaves of Little River Canyon
By Gary Lloyd FORT PAYNE – Growing up, I despised the leaves. There were thousands upon thousands of them, all for me to rake into trash bags and tote to … Continue reading The leaves of Little River Canyon
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