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ROM THE Mountains of my home… William West Skiles of North Carolina: For thirteen years Brother Skiles was the shepherd to the mountain people. He walked or rode on horseback, often in severe weather, to read and answer letters for those unable to do either, to explain legal documents and settle disputes, to pray with [...]

NCREASINGLY I find myself sensitive to cultural ideas about the South, about Rural folks (north or south) and about Urban and Yankee assumptions of superiority – most often made by folks who have only seen The Dukes of Hazzard (and not even the TV show) or some Nascar shows in the comfort of their frozen [...]

RODIE AND I returned from Asheville last night (or, rather, this morning) at about 1:30. It was a great trip! We stayed in the guest house of the parish of St Mary’s Church, an Episcopal Community in Asheville. Those of you with longer memories will recall that this was my parish before relocating to Buffalo. [...]

SHEVILLE, I mean… We’ve been to the GreenLife Grocers and we’ll get to the French Broad and up to the Craggy Gardens. Mom will be here later. Church on Sunday with Fr Brent (our gracious host for the weekend) and perhaps a visit to the Monastery for Vespers. We’re here for the Bele Chere festival [...]

OOGLE Has updated their “Streetview” to include, among other places, Asheville, NC. The pictures posted are, at least in part, from the Spring of 2007, as we can see in this picture of the house Todd and I lived in. Notice Todd’s Truck as well as the cable truck. View Larger Map A case could [...]

ETURNING from Asheville on Monday, I spent the first part of the evening unloading the SUV and then the second part of the evening stuffing it all in my room. Now, for evidence of how shallow and nonspiritual I am: I’m overjoyed to have all my Tupperware™ and kitchen supplies. I sit down next to [...]

HE First day of pictures from my recent trip have been uploaded to Flickr.

OW I Sit me down to eat Duke’s and Cheerwine for my meat. Eating all before my sight I thank God for every bite. If I should die before I rise Bury me ‘neath Dixie skies

IKE A Bird in the winter, I’ve come south. The Bele Chere Festival is in full swing (following a good bit of rain this morning) and I am enjoying a chance to walk around the city. I have noticed that unlike other places I’ve left, I don’t harbour any sense of dislike for the Mountain [...]

n the 24th of July I’ll leave B’lo after work and travel to A’ville to clean out my storage unit. Through the largesse of W – with my own money, I’ll add – I’m able to pay for the gas. I should be in A’ville and Friday evening and plan to stay for the weekend. [...]