Ness Creighton
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall… If one of those bottles should happen to fall, 98 bottles of beer on the wall… One of the side effects of having immersed myself in the Unpacking Manuel’s project has… Continue reading 99 (Plus) Bottles of Beer on the Wall…
It’s not often that I stumble upon something that, as a historian, stops my breath for a few moments. It’s even more rare I stumble upon something that stops my breath as a person. Yet, here it was, sitting on a wall in Manuel’s Tavern, an image that made me stop dead in my workflow.… Continue reading Death in a Frame
So, the topic of this month’s post comes to be because of half joking comment I made in passing to a friend a few weeks ago. We had been discussing regional pronunciation, and I pointed out the best way to start a fight between an Atlantan, a New Yorker, and a Chicagoan was to bring… Continue reading Great Flying Corn-Cobs, Batman!
I grew up in the Morningside-Lenox Park neighborhood, here in Atlanta. I walked home from Inman and Grady, nearly every day of the combined seven years I attended the schools, through the heart of Virginia Highlands. When I started my undergrad work at Georgia State, my group of friends stayed fairly local as well, with… Continue reading Unpacking Memories
