Beggars, Sinners, and BBQ

“To me, the part of Louisiana I grew up in is about as southern as it gets. It’s something in the landscape – in the flashing of pine to pine as you run barefoot cross pine mulched forest floors, letting your fingertips rub worn bark tree to tree to tree. It’s something in the way we look at the world – in the crunch-crackle-clink of worn tires riding down a dirt road, taking the long way home. Windows down, nowhere to go, just moving forward, loving the ride and the people on it with you.”

A quote from my latest publication, Beggars, Sinners, and BBQ, in The Learned Pig.


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