by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 11, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I moved here from Iowa in December. I had health issues and the sunshine has increased my dopamine levels. I have been getting my feet on the ground and the sun on my skin. I get called ma’am all of the time. People are happy and pleasant. It has to be...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 11, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“The wind is blowing, so we are skipping work. I want to be out here every day. I started windsurfing 15 or 20 years ago, but it’s never under full control out there. I am an adrenaline junkie and I like to get it pumping. I used to ride all day, but now I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 10, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“People call this the boneyard. It is about helping friends and people I know who need a place to park their stuff. It’s a pet project. Some took a boat on because they didn’t have anything else to do and thought they wanted a project and realized...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 9, 2016 | A Southern Soul
Music started with the first time I heard “Smokestack Lightning.” Holy shit, what is that? The blues has always been beguiling, magical, mysterious, sexy and voodoo. Mississippi was exotic and wild compared to the straightforwardness of England and the end of the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 9, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“My name is Emmanuel from the Ottoman Empire. I am on my way to Heather’s party. You don’t have to do anything. You just disappear as a rainbow and reappear in the magic city of Oz.” “What does that mean?” “That means this is...
