Category: Letters from the Edge of America

about life on an island off the coast of Georgia called Tybee

Lights, camera, action

A little over a year ago, I was trying to take a nap when I got a call from an agent at the William Morris Agency. I immediately recognized the name of the world’s largest entertainment agency and my mind…

The Edge of America tour examined

This summer, with the “Edge of America”  coming out, I decided it would be good to embark on a mini-tour this fall.  Appropriately called, The Edge Tour. The goal: Play music, see friends and family, make new friends and sell…

Halloween on Tybee is at our house

We did not know, nor was it disclosed, when we bought our house that Lewis Avenue was a Halloween destination, literally a trick-a-treat stop for thousands. Perhaps only a few thousand, but still. Enough that the city police barricades the…

Oldie but goodie and Coca-Cola

The last week has been unusual in the number of nice shout-outs coming my way, first with a tip to an oldie but goodie of mine and then my never-ending link to Coca-Cola.  Followed by a couple of print impressions.…

Why I resist saying I play country

I’m laid back in the dentist chair having my teeth cleaned.  The radio is on the PA system.  It’s country music.  After several songs  I realize: 1) I can’t tell who any of the singers are; 2) they are all…