Little Journeys

A Walk With William Faulkner

Oxford, Mississippi. I entered the grounds to Rowan Oak just as the sun was setting. The gates were locked, but I had no trouble climbing over the low wooden fence. What could they say to a former English teacher, who, as a seventeen-year-old…

A Little Journey to Little Rock

If you don't look, you won't find it. Even if you don't know what it is you are looking for. I woke up in Little Rock, Arkansas, on Wednesday of last week, scheduled to do a live television show at nine o'clock that morning. I did not need…

A Missed Opportunity At The Met

If you're going to get lost in New York City, I picked the right place. The Metropolitan Museum of Art. A few weeks ago I had a couple of free hours on a hot, sticky Friday afternoon, so I did what many New Yorkers do under the same circumstances:…

Good Friends and Green Pots

No one who has followed by column here for very long has any doubt that I am first and foremost an Arts & Crafts furniture collector. I love wood. I love working with it, I love sitting in it, I love looking at it. And sometimes I even…

Time to Start a New Project – Or Two!

Well, despite anything you may have read here last week -- or heard from my wife -- I am ready to start a new project. And I promise: I am going to finish this one! Completely! Really. I hope…. My Project: I am going to build a 70-foot…

The 90% Factor

I asked my wife, Leigh Ann, the other day if she had any thoughts about a summer vacation. Instead of reeling off a list of exotic beaches, intriguing foreign cities or challenging tests of physical endurance, she gave me The Look. Now, I…

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