A Journey North To The Underworld Via The Cattle Of The Feedlots and Madonna’s Vine

Much like Odysseus’ ship ploughing through Mediterranean Sea, my rented white Toyota Corrolla sails along the navigable waters of I-75, heading straight toward my meeting with the dead.  An exact simile, maybe not–but it’s the spirit of metaphor that counts.  I took the above photo while driving near or right at the speed limit of … Continue reading A Journey North To The Underworld Via The Cattle Of The Feedlots and Madonna’s Vine

Traveling Through Food Wastelands, Blended Scotch, Uncle Tupelo, And Onto Good Soil.

I’m reading a Chili’s Too menu at Bush Intercontinental Airport as the Bosnia/Nigeria World Cup game buzzes overhead and travelers from the states and the rest of the known world whisk in for a few sips of sacred water and then dash back out for their gates.  I’m flying Spirit Airlines tonight which means I … Continue reading Traveling Through Food Wastelands, Blended Scotch, Uncle Tupelo, And Onto Good Soil.