Category: Letters from the Edge of America

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

Small towns, ice cream and songs

My mother always wished she could have raised her children in the country or a small town.  She came from Woodville, Ga., a little northeast of Greensboro and southwest of Athens, near Union Point. Although she raised us in College…

Sitting on the edge of America

At least once a week finds us sitting on the edge of America. Depending on the direction of the tide, Melissa and I are either chasing it, or making way for it, as we like placing our chairs just enough…

The Edge of America Photo Shoot

I didn’t ask just anybody to shoot the photos for my CD, The Edge of America. I’m lucky to have as a cousin nationally known photographer Craig Tanner.  For you Atlantans, you may well have seen some of his large…

At Tybee’s Beach Bum Parade

Tybee loves parades.  Especially, the Beach Bum Parade, the one that commemorates (in a commiserating sense for us locals) the start of the tourist season.  It’s held the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend. It’s a water fight.  Plain and simple.…