Archive for August, 2009

Summer Prayer of a Hebrew Redneck Wannabe

virginia_route_613_shield_-_old Every summer, right in the hot, soft belly of July/August, I'm hit with it in the head, like the skillet of an angry housewife: the urge to play Alan Jackson loud with the windows of my minivan rolled down (ain't got no truck, just my luck), hang back on my porch at sundown, and[...]