In the late 1960s before I was even tall enough to see out the window of a car, Independence Boulevard (Hwy. 74) was already important in my life. It was the way to the beach, my happy place even at that early age. Every summer and quite a few Thanksgivings one or the other of … Continue reading Independence Boulevard
In Case I Haven’t Said It …
A conversation I had with a client this week, a fellow Southerner, really got me thinking: I don't say (and probably don't hear) "Thank You" enough. My client, Ginger, is from Baton Rouge, LA, and probably has twenty years on me, I'd guess. I love talking to her. She's got a no-nonsense style that I … Continue reading In Case I Haven’t Said It …
