Posing on the front walk of Rowan Oak

Weekend visit to Ole Miss. It's football time (the American kind) in Mississippi and my dear wife traveled from Chattanooga, Tennessee, down to Oxford, Mississippi, to see the Ole Miss Rebels play. Took time to visit the grave as well as the old home place of author William Faulker.

Faulkner is a grand representative of a world and a time that no longer exists. I miss him, and I miss his world.

"The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always."  —Faulkner