SG | Several times over the course of a Tuesday, my family and I passed a plump, iridescent cicada laying belly up in the driveway right in the path between the garage and the car. Late in the day, on my last trip outside, I happened to pause and study the poor little guy, as... Continue Reading →
CG | What is “The South” – capital T, capital S – and how do you know when you’re there? Elsewhere on the blog, we’ve talked about the “Pine Straw Line,” and I’ve heard low rumblings in regards to a “Sweet Tea Line,” but surely one of the truest indicators of Southerness can be found... Continue Reading →
SG | Imagine if you will: You're in the middle of a Beach Week and you’re fresh out of beer. You could also use some wine for that lovely spaghetti dinner planned for tomorrow night (you need a break from seafood). You hop in the car and get a good 10 minutes from the rental... Continue Reading →
The Incidentalist 