THE PILLOW THAT WASN’T NEEDED Most people see an old pillow. I see a question. A mystery. And maybe a miracle. This silk pillow is dated 1919 and embroidered with the words “Souvenir de France.” It came to me from retired urologist Dr. Mark C. Whitehead of St. Simons Island, Georgia, now in his mid-eighties. The pillow had been passed down through his family for generations, but the name of the original owner had long since been lost. What survived was the story. According to

The Boy in the Thicket Hancock County, Georgia By Chad Patillo I’ve always been bad about rabbit holes. Not the kind where you forget what you were looking for. The real kind — where you find one small thing that doesn’t sit right with you and you keep pulling the thread until it either makes sense… or it owns a piece of you. Years ago, I was flipping through a stack of old Georgia newspapers — the kind that leave ink on your fingers and slow your breathing down — when I saw

Ok...So I have a story to tell. This happened last week, and I've debated on sharing it. Those that know me personally know that I have a rather dark and snarky sense of humor, and I like to say things just to get a reaction. That being said, let me tell you what happened. I'm in Jacksonville, working to set up the estate I've been posting about. I needed a few things like trash bags, spray bleach, rubber gloves, scrubby sponges, and tape—the essentials. To do what I do is a

This is for the younger members: don't be fooled by someone's age. Do you realize that people in their late 60s and early to mid-70s were the teenagers and young adults attending Woodstock? They were the generation that marched in protest against social injustice and inequality. They staged "sit-ins" to fight to have their views heard. They were the generation that watched the space race as it was happening, and they shaped the music industry with icons like the Beatles, Bob