Six Degrees of Coca-Cola

Six Degrees of Coca-Cola

Acid has burned the shape of a trident into the cement floor. A white etching on the gray warehouse floor. One leaky pallet of Coca-Cola products waiting for disposal. The smell is rancid. Gnats circle. As I am standing on the receiving dock at the Sam’s Club where I...
Southern Lit Presents: Douglas Ray

Southern Lit Presents: Douglas Ray

Always Queer, Never Quiet Queer folks in the South generally don’t enjoy the limelight reserved for heterosexuals. When light is cast on the LGBTQ community, it’s generally around much-deserved human rights: whether members can exist safely in their identities in...
Wasting Away in Margaritaville Hell

Wasting Away in Margaritaville Hell

Living and Retiring in ¾ Time In the early 1970s, Jimmy Buffet and Hilton Head Island, South Carolina were each stymied by identical situations. Buffet, a Gulf Coast native, was mired in an identity crisis. He definitely wasn’t rock ‘n’ roll, but with novelty songs...
Eyes Forward

Eyes Forward

Tugging at my parents to cease socializing after Sunday church, we rushed the two miles home in order to catch The Little Rascals on a fuzzy Charlotte television channel. More than fifty years later, I recall an episode which included three girls singing, “How ya...
The Neo-Nazis Come to Town

The Neo-Nazis Come to Town

A City of Healing “It’s a free country” is a childhood taunt kids learn on playgrounds and in lunchrooms. Despite that most Americans can’t explain the Bill of Rights, we’re possessive of our freedoms. Except when it means Neo-Nazis can pay a fifty-dollar permit fee...
Stone Cold, Goofy, and The Godfather

Stone Cold, Goofy, and The Godfather

Ill-Informed Musings of a Man Who Has Hardly Ever Been South I am ashamed to admit that I am 41 years old and my only trips to the South (so far) have been childhood pilgrimages to Walt Disney World. That’s right: Not only have I failed to visit a Southern state not...