Slocomb, Alabama
Dear Aaron,
You are my best good friend. In many ways, you are the brother I never had. I’m not sure that’s a title you want to bear. I’m sort of a degenerate.
But I love you, brother. So help me, I do.
Friends
My Favorite Trees: The strength of a tree
I have a thing for trees. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve always been a nerd.
I think it all dates back to my days in Boy Scouts. My cousin Ed Lee and I were second-class Scouts, and we earned our forestry merit badges one summer. Actually, I earned both his badge and mine. He mainly read Archie comic books while I did all the fieldwork.
I’ve been obsessed with trees ever since. Namely, beca
A Letter to Morgan: I Love You, Sweetheart
Dearest Morgan,
It’s four in the morning. And I’m awake. Just sitting here. Thinking about you.
I haven’t slept since your last text. Your text about how doctors placed you under hospice care. Your text asking me to come say one last goodbye.
Coosa County Sunsets: Morgan Visits the Lake
Morgan arrived at the little lake cabin around lunchtime. Her sorority sister Grace was driving the car. The car wheeled into the gravel driveway. When Morgan crawled out of the passenger seat, we all rushed her and embraced.
Getting Funcky in Pennsylvania: Dog Spit and Deep Thoughts
We sped through Amish country on our way to meet our friend Kris at a restaurant called “Funck’s.” My wife, Jamie, was convinced the name of this restaurant was an unfortunate typo.