The first time I saw an unfurled and flown Confederate flag in Alabama was about four years ago on my first trip to Guntersville. In a small squatter trailer camp nestled in a field off Route 431 , the main drag linking northeast Alabama to points south, was a large weather–beaten Stars and Bars draped […]
I might never have become a musician if I hadn’t heard Like A Rolling Stone. That groundbreaking single sent me helter-skeltering out of womb-like Wexford and into the maelstrom of Manhattan’s Lower East Side. I never met Dylan, though we briefly shared the same manager. However, one hungover snowy morning in Tribeca I overheard his […]
“Why, do you know the two finest things in the industry of the West, finer than factory, shop or ship? One is the black laborers’s Saturday off. Neither the whip of the driver, nor the starvation wage, nor the disgust of the Yankee, nor the call of the cotton crop, has yet convinced the common […]