“Well, That Sucks!”: The Fall of the House of Vacuums

I’d always had a strange attraction to the House of Vacuums, the distinct building on the stretch of Huntsville Road that runs through the Sweetwater District of Florence, AL. I’m by no means a vacuum cleaner enthusiast. When it’s my turn to break out the Dyson and gather up the masses of dog hair littering … More “Well, That Sucks!”: The Fall of the House of Vacuums

British Foxes, American Joes & Russian Bears: The Birth of a Storyteller

My older cousins called my grandfather “Granddaddy.” My younger ones referred to him as “Bapaw.” Me, I called him “Ernie” or more familiarly “Ern.” Somewhere in my childhood, I had articulated to him that I was Bert, so it only stood to reason he’d be my tangerine-faced counterpart. Once, when far too old to continue … More British Foxes, American Joes & Russian Bears: The Birth of a Storyteller