My love of the Red Sox has never subsided. I suffered through the Curse of the Bambino. I read every book I could find about the Red Sox. Even when I began to travel, it would be some time before I would set foot in Fenway Park. Now I try to find my way here at least once a season.
The rest of the story of Tiger Mountain Vineyards has to do with tootin’ the horn of vineyard founders John and Martha Ezzard and their partners John and Marilyn McMullan. I am happy to take on the town crier role, because I am, as a native Georgian, proud that they make good wines, which are steadfastly gaining regional attention. They are deserving of the most generous of toasts.
Just seven-tenths of a mile, north of this town of 316 residents and no traffic light, you blissfully arrive at Tiger Mountain Vineyards. Located on Old U. S. 441, this address becomes increasingly more prominent as the reputation of the winery consistently rises like the sun over the easterly outreaches of Rabun County.
Kate and Kevin, delightful young friends, were recently married at the University of Georgia Chapel, which dates back to 1832 — when a bride and groom would have been spirited away by horse and buggy following a ceremony, which would have been more like a sermon.
This city, which once made South Carolina the economic jewel of the Colonial empire, has recurring emotional influences. A brief respite here leaves you pining for a return. No coastal city, other than Savannah, can stimulate encores like Charleston
Time on the river fishing is time well spent.
Sterling Eason met me for breakfast at Virginia’s, across the street from her office at Garden and Gun, everybody’s favorite magazine. Well, maybe not everybody’s — but over a million of us consider it the best, which puts this dazzling publication in heady company.
Seventy years ago this week, we had survived the Normandy invasion, principally Omaha Beach. The Allies had triumphed the Nazis in the fiercest of landings on the shores of France’s beaches. We had a toe-hold on the continent, but the incumbent Germans were resisting mightily and were determined to push us back into the sea.
Longtime coach Mack Brown resigned from Texas in December
Herald guest columnist Loran Smith writes about longtime college football coach Mack Brown, who is without a head coaching job for the first time in his career after resigning from Texas in December.
The end of a life brings pause and reflection. Clisby Clarke, Class of ’64 with a degree in marketing from the University of Georgia, became a successful and seasoned advertising executive for McCann-Erickson. He made innumerable friends whom he left with a grateful smile. We are sad today, but happily recall the countless days when Clisby made our day.