Waco stars.

A fellow from Baylor asked if I'd make a print to help him remember his school. Well, I had a few down minutes and was feeling pretty good about the Bears so I went ahead. And this is where we ended up.

Give it a look.


Good Folk.

We ended up in a maker roundup from one of my favorite sites: Folk Magazine.

Give it a look over here, and don't miss their Instagram feed. It's full of beauty.


Dogs & Denim.

Every dog gets his day. Today, a denim blogger (rocking his ALA shirt) and his best friend get theirs. Cheers friends.


At home in Starkville.

I'll reserve my comments of disdain for Starkville and just say this is a mighty fine looking Man of Letters.


What we're looking at now.

Until next time, ole friend. #ramblings

If By Whisky.

I absolutely love this 1952 speech from Mississippian, Noah S. Soggy Sweat, Jr., on my favorite dark spirit.

“My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey:

If when you say whiskey you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.

But, if when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman's step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.

This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.”



People have been asking if we'd make a print of the 1946 Alabama bus roll signs we've got in our house. A bus that stopped twenty-one times in towns throughout Tennessee, Georgia and Alabama. Some stops were mundane. And some changed the world. I know that yesterday so many eyes were on that last one. A lot has changed in fifty years. And here's hoping we keep heading in the right direction.


At home in Laurel.

A Line keeping it black and white in the Tri-Park Historic district of Laurel, Mississippi.