by robbievance
Dub was toiling away in his cubicle at the company his father-in-law owned, processing raw material invoices when his wife’s father stopped in to see him. “Knock, Knock,” he said jokingly, vaguely mocking Dub’s doorless workstation.
by robbievance
It’s been a year or more since I became aware of a show on The History Channel called Forged in Fire. It aired a competition among 4 blacksmiths who were tasked with forging a knife of a certain type, from certain materials, in a specific amount of time.
by robbievance
Top o the mornin’ to ya, fellow Redbeards! Happy Irish Appreciation Day to you and all of the non-Irish dryshites who wish they were Irish!
by robbievance
The Noyes House A few weeks ago, I asked one of my distant cousins, E.O. Lester, who has an exceptional knowledge of Vance family history, about an old house, always referred to by my grandparents as the old Noyes house,
by robbievance
I’ve been working on a post for a couple weeks trying to explain Mississippi and what keeps me here, or what keeps me from running away as fast as I can. After writing, rewriting, editing, cutting, and starting over a dozen times,
by robbievance
Disclaimer: If, like my parents, you have an angelic misconception about me and want to stay in the dark about any non-Baptist-compatible events that I may or may not have been a part of at different times in my life, you may want to close this page and turn on the History Channel to rewatch this episode of American Pickers.
by robbievance
The other night, Jana and I were in the kitchen together. I was sitting at the bar fiddling with my phone while she put dishes into the dishwasher; tidying things before masterfully putting together a tofu-centered supper that this rabid carnivore enjoyed more than an earthquake under my least favorite college’s campus. We were chatting aimlessly about our perspectives on the election results, the blistered bottom Bama … Read More What’s this all about?
by robbievance
Hammock, White sugar sand, Arched coconut palms, Gin clear water, Waves keeping time as steady as a metronome.
by robbievance
It’s almost over. Seven days from today, if the good Lord’s willing, and the creeks don’t rise, (but, Lord, we need a good rain) this election fustercluck will be nigh over. May it be decisive, and may we begin a process of healing and unifying.
by robbievance
Chances are, the way you cook your steak would make me think less of you if you were to tell me your process. I’ve eaten steak prepared a bunch of different ways by a bunch of different folks. Most of them involved some sort of wet marinade with a haphazard combination of pre-mixed spice blends, individual spices, liquid marinades, Dale’s, and Coke with none … Read More I’ve got a beef with steak
by robbievance
So… I was just hanging out by the coffee pot talking about how much we are looking forward to basketball season to distract us from the misery that football season has delivered this year. As I was making a joke about how poorly the team from Oxford is also performing this year, a new participant sidled into the conversation. He broke the ice with
by robbievance
My 20 year high school reunion took place about 3 weeks ago in Brandon. Since Jana was having surgery the next week, I was spending my weekdays at my parents’ house to ease the burden of my daily routine on her, and that most of the folks I was friends with in high
The View From My Seat 