This Train

If you're reading this and haven't yet been to The Bitter Southerner lately, go take a look. "This Train Is Bound for Glory, This Train..." is my latest longform missive. Hope you enjoy it.

Rome Braves

I took the wife and kids to Rome, Georgia over the Memorial Day weekend to check out the Rome Braves, the Atlanta Braves single-A affiliate. One thing that strikes you right away whenever you talk about any of the Braves' farm teams is that every sentence starts to look like it was being colonized by the word "Braves," on account of the team's freakish fixation on branding. To wit: the Braves' farm system consists of the Gwinnett Braves, the Rome Braves, the Mississippi Braves, the Danville Braves, the Dominican Summer League Braves, the Gulf Coast League Braves, and the Carolina Mudcats.

Braves vs. Orioles

I wrote this in hopes of publishing it somewhere in Atlanta, but it's shelf life has expired, so here you go world:


Everything’s going to be OK.

That was the message of Wednesday’s unattended game between the Baltimore Orioles and the Chicago White Sox. This may seem odd, given the circumstances — the first game in Major League Baseball history to have been played in an empty stadium. Without doubt, it was weird, but the fact of its having been played at all is encouraging.

The Southern Crescent

Hello to everyone I met on my train trip between April 3 and April 9. Sorry I've been such a lazy stiff about posting this.

Anyway, I'm working on a draft of the story and expect to have it finished by around the beginning of May. Then we'll move into editing, and I have no idea how long that will take. If I had to make a wild guess, I'd say the story will be published in late May.

Thanks all of y'all for talking to me and telling me your stories. The whole trip was a gift.

Uncle Billy

William Tecumseh Sherman was a year younger than I am now when he embarked on the Atlanta Campaign. He was responsible for nearly 100,000 men, God knows how many animals or how many millions of dollars of ordnance and supplies, all of which relied for its continued existence on a hundred miles of railway in a hostile country. And he managed it with aplomb.

Me? I can barely manage my bank account.

Civil War Online, Redux

The fun never ends. This weekend I discovered that my employer, Georgia Tech, possesses PDFs of all 148 volumes of The War of the Rebellion, the official record of the Civil War. PDFs can be downloaded right from the library catalog; you just gotta be a GT student, staff member, or faculty. Or I suppose you could be given special dispensation if you're a researcher somewhere else. Very cool.

Civil War Online

There are a lot of crap things about living in the early 21st century, but Project Gutenburg ain't one of them. The other day I was musing on the memoirs of William T. Sherman and it suddenly occurred to me that, well hell, they're in the public domain, I bet some fool has digitized them. And sure enough, here they are. It's a fairly good bet that among the several hundred people I know well enough to merit a Facebook friendship, I'm the only one truly willing to read this 1400+ page monster.

Cobbler's Shoes

If ever the world needed an example of a person who can't keep his own house in order because he's busy fixing up other people's houses, this website is it. Not that anyone is looking anyway, but every now and again someone asks for a link to it, and I suddenly feel the need to sort some things out. So I spent a half hour sorting things out today, and the house looks slightly better. Until you open the door and go inside, of course, but we can't have everything.

Willkommen Bienvenue Welcome

Remodeling the site; pardon the dust. My 3D portfolio is done-ish. New web development portfolio coming. If you want samples, or a quote, or just a bit of chit chat, drop me an email.

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Bitter Southerners

Howdy readers. Thanks for doing what you do. Contact me with any comments or questions you might have.

If you want more stuff to read, please tune in to on June 27th and follow me as I bike from Chattanooga, TN to Fairmont, WV.