“Hand me my swish” is a real sentence that actually came out of my mouth the other night.
I, just a little tipsy, was referring to the ever-evolving boozy concoction I had been sipping throughout the evening, enjoying that fleeting sense of rebellious freedom one finds in drinking alcohol in a city that permits open containers in public.
Hi friends, I am proud to report that I have finally put a little muscle into one of my other blogs after a long period of dormancy. It is published and public, but still in progress. Venerate Your Dead is a death-positive ode to ancestor veneration rituals and spirit festivals around the globe, with a focus…
It is said that the last shot of the Civil War east of the Mississippi River was fired in Waynesville, North Carolina in May of 1865. You can visit the memorial on Sulphur Springs Road.
Lake Junaluska is a census-designated territory, which occurs when a thriving community extends past the legal and/or geographical borders of an incorporated city.
Boojum was a mystical 9 feet tall creature covered in grey hair. Half mountain man and half Sasquatch-like beast, he liked to drink his home brew, hang out in caves with his woman, and roam around collecting sparkly things which he was known to stash all across the Smokies.
Renvyle, as promised in the Airbnb listing, is absolutely remote. We still had no food, no phone service, no way of checking in with our families, or calling for help. So once again we fled.
I’ve heard stories about this place long before I visited. One friend described it as a rowdier Hooters with karaoke and camping