In Garden & Gun.
We all know there's something about getting a good magazine in the mail. Seeing it in a pile of junk mail on the floor by the mail slot. A masthead, popping out from the bills, that is smiling at you, winking, whispering “You and me, sir, are going to spend some time together over coffee come Saturday. Just you wait and see.”
And when you get to tearing through that good magazine, one of your favorites, and you see your name and work work on one of their pages (even though you knew it was coming) that sure is something special. You pour a little more from the French press and thank the Good Lord for good fortune.
The piece you see, of course, is in the section of exclusives made just for Garden & Gun's store. Cause a few months back you'd had a call and came up with an idea with them, a song floating in on the wind that reminds you of Oxford in the fall. And reminds a lot of others of family and home. A few notes wrapped in a complex package of past and present. A song named for home, written by a man from Ohio, printed up in Massachusetts more than 150 years after it was first put on paper.
You tarry there only briefly, on your picture, and then you move on. Cause there's so much more in the magazine you need to get to, and the sun is already burning up this crisp late-autumn day.
Let the Band Play, $45, available here.