© Jem Sullivan
This story did not make the final cut for my book, though I think that it is Ted’s favorite. He is really impressed by the way I “argue my case” with such conviction and humor. I convinced him some 23 years ago, maybe I can convince others today.
The story didn’t make the cut because my editor, who is not a Southerner, believed that it … Read More
It was dawn and the beach was deserted—just me and my heron. I shambled along the water’s edge, half-asleep, moving east toward the sunrise. About two blocks into my walk, at about Avenida 14, I noticed another denizen of the dawn start to make his way down from the houses to the water. Our paths intersected, and before I could offer a greeting, the man blurted … Read More