I’d always wanted to own my own bar. What proper drinker hasn’t? It’s growing up in the age of Sam Malone, I think, that turns us dive denizens into wannabe bar owners. The perfect world scenario involves my wife and me owning a tiki hut somewhere on a beach–a place where regulars and tourists alike [...]

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BadBlood suggested a new bar.
I, by nature, am reluctant to change. My roots dig in when I find a place I like. I lived in the same house for eighteen years before overstaying my welcome at the University of Missouri. The only place I ever lived and left happily was Jackson, Mississippi. During the Civil [...]

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I am accused of being overly cryptic in my online communications. Usually, my vague ramblings are no more than me trying to work through something in my head. Sometimes, there’s actually something going on.
The past few months have fallen in the latter category.
Next month is the ninth anniversary of the Otis clan’s South Carolina citizenship. [...]

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