This is reportedly the new home of He Who Must Not Be Named, who must have time for some shit? And woe be unto the poor damn interior decorators if they mismatch the color of the marble in the floor with the crimson draperies.
Random ramblings from a Southern father; a graduate of Ole Miss and LSU; a resident of Texas; one who looks at the world in a bygone way. Football and Jack Daniels, little girls in crisp crinoline underskirts, sitting in a rocking chair with your little girl asleep on your lap. The ways are not forgotten, just misunderstood by others. That Southern Daddy smell - that sickly sweet blended aroma of sour mash and bay rum.