Inchoate Curmudgeon

I got a big can of whoop-ass when I opened an email from a friend regarding my blogging today. “So, do you just sit around in your bathrobe and think of these things to blog about?!? And, when you aren’t in such deep thoughts (like the tin man?), are you taking playing with your new […]

My father’s mother died recently. Both his parents are gone now. I’m slow, and its taking me some time to think through what my grandparents meant to me. My grandfather, Stewart Springer, met my grandmother, Vergie Fayard, when she was a librarian in Biloxi, Mississippi. He was an outsider. He was making a living catching […]