Memphasis > I Was A Teenage Werewolf
May 15th, 2014
MEMORIES OF PARKING. AND FULL MOONS. Last week, if I remember correctly, I mentioned CRS – that remarkable condition that blocks the knowledge of what one had for breakfast but allows a clear and concise image of something that happened in, say, 1966. This week, I find myself recalling one of those lost arts that there’s simply no application for any ...
Memphasis > The One-Hour Vacation
May 8th, 2014
DON’T KILL AN HOUR, LIVE ONE. The other day, I showed up for a 10:30 meeting in South Main. As often happens when Siri helps you with your calendar, coupled with chronic CRS, the meeting was actually at 11:30. So I took a walk. I strolled by new sidewalks going down and new colorful retail going up in old spaces and places, and past the new green grass of the ...
Memphasis > The Heartbreak Hotel
May 1st, 2014
HEARTBREAK HOTEL. ON THE EDGE OF THINGS. “They’re calling this area The Edge and it’s about to explode,” Ben said. We were looking up at The Heartbreak Hotel, a stack of bricks where traveling salesman a century ago would rest their sample cases for the night, rising three tired stories above the all-but-forgotten intersection of Monroe and ...
Memphasis > Going South
April 24th, 2014
JACKSON. FULL CIRCLE. Fifteen years ago, I sat across a table from a guy named Tommy Ramey in a place called Nick’s in Jackson, Mississippi. Tommy said he wanted to buy my ad agency and took a swallow of some very good Cab. I took a swallow of mine and told him what that would take. We both took another swallow, he said that sounded about right, and we shook hands.
Memphasis > Hands Up, You’re In Tennessee
April 17th, 2014
ARMED AND DANGEROUS. I got an email last week from a White Station classmate. “Aren’t you the guy who once wore a western style .22 pistol in a holster into the drug store at Poplar and Perkins? Man, were you ever ahead of your time.” Yes, Michael, I did. It was a gorgeous nine-shot .22 long-barrel revolver in a hand-tooled, well-worn black ...