You agree to change the baby's diaper;
You are overwhelmed with your love for her;
You pick her up into your arms;
She craps on your shoes.
I could do without another decade like that one.
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- In medias res 2009
- On with it
- Promises of rain
- Cumberland Sunday morning, just a little east of t...
- Cheers from East Tennessee
- Saturday morning in Tennessee
- Today's moment of irony
- Losses and respect
- Key West
- Innovation
- Temporary Solitude
- Closings, barbecue, books, music and the Braves wi...
- Father's Day, 2009
- Time flies, even in times of humidity
- There is an empty beer bottle
- Backroads
- Being and nothingness, part two
- Marching through Georgia
- Tucker sucks
- Sweet night in the land of yardbirds
- Attitude
- Monday night
- Old Attitudes Die Hard
- Lessons from Hamlet
- Loss of community and good tomatoes
- Something to share
- Big Fish
- To another place
- Strategy
- Postscript
- There is a Dasani bottle in Griffin, Georgia
- The air after the storm
- Peace on Thursday evening
- Adulthood
- The Commonwealth of Kentucky
- Dirty Fun
- Funerals on this day of woe
- An evening in Virginia with family
- Freedom
- Tuesday reruns
- Snooze button
- Baseball Tonight
- A middling collection of friends
- A Long Damn Day
- Blackberry Summer, Phase Four
- Fatherhood
- The Hills of Memory: Blackberry Summer
- Thinking about National Cinnamon Bun Day
- Weather notwithstanding
- Thursday night fun.
- Summer found
- The World according to Bill Hicks
- Another First Tuesday spent on the road
- The Peal of the Bells
- Try
- Modern Life in various hues
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About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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