Maybe this is all an off-shoot of the intense, compressed writing bloc over the past week, but I’ve noticed for the past several days that I have been — and am — mad at Emmett Wilson. This isn’t the first time I’ve been made at him, but this has been […]
Readers, imagine you are Emmett Wilson, seated in the VIP viewing stand with others of similar importance, at the 1915 Pensacola Mardi Gras parade. All is well; suddenly, the following float drifts by, and pauses in front of the viewing stand: Yes, people, someone actually designed and built a FLOAT […]
Readers, when I told my colleagues I was headed down to Pensacola for a week to do work on Emmett’s book, and that I was thrilled and antsy to get there and get going, this was the picture they had in their minds of my ‘research’ setting: In reality, this […]
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