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 more »
Category: Letters from the Edge of America
about life on an island off the coast of Georgia called Tybee
“Sordid Lives” on Tybee will be a hoot and a holler
Well, I went and done it. (I know that’s not proper English, but read on.) I tried out for a play with our local community theater group, and I got a part in “Sordid Lives,” a rooting-tooting comedy by Del more »
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 more »
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 more »
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. more »
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 more »