Twilight:
An azure sky
A dollop of thick cream:
The moon.
I could do without another decade like that one.
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- Nowhere
- Late night or early morning, I don't know
- Prisoner of the media
- Football, apples, pumpkins and oysters
- Happy Birthday, darling
- The Best
- A Saturday in town
- Where I come from
- The olde days
- Closings, supper and the Phillies lose
- Looking forward to Fall
- What is football for?
- Amber photographs of Autumn
- Defenestration as family profession
- Advent
- Remainder
- Beauty at the coming of night
- Twilight moon
- Looking for proof of Autumn
- A hot day of food and fun
- Autumn's coming
- Late night in search of a reason
- The end of the week
- Pretty campuses
- A sincere lack of desire
- God is like that sometimes
- More battles with MA-Bell
- The ides of August are upon us
- A rainy time in Fayetteville
- Music from when I was a toddler
- "I walk a lonely street"
- A drive through the country in August
- Ma-bell
- What happens when the games are over?
- Nostalgia-land
- Economics in the 21st Century
- Football is upon us
- Twenty seven years of weekends with Cindy
- Paul and Peter in the early morning
- The weekend is upon us
- What she holds dear
- The Queen of Scotland
- Chicken and rice: an appreciation
- OYster dreams
- Keeping the customer satisfied
- Tuesday in Forsyth
- A delightful interlude
- On the often treacherous pathway of being an adult
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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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