by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Eight years ago, I played in a show with Abe Partridge. I didn’t know Abe back then, but at the end of the show, he told me, ‘Stop singing other people’s songs. Sing your own.’ I didn’t listen to him back then. My band, Camm Lewis and the Live...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 15, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“‘How’s It Going to End?” is a line from The Truman Show—one of my favorite movies. I love its creepy irony but also its philosophical nature. It’s like Plato’s Cave: you see the shadows of life but never get to experience life until you go out into it....
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 8, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve wanted to be in the military since I was six. An Army veteran talked at our school; I wanted to do what he did. He told me I would change my mind. I was like, ‘Probably not.’ Joining the Army seemed selfless and a way to give back. I was supposed to do that. My...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 7, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“This produce department is my happy spot. It’s usually the first or second stop when a customer comes in. I want produce to be your best experience in the whole store. If you feel good here, the rest of your experience should be good. I was a territory rep for a...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 1, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“We’re part of the Alba High School Class of 1972. We’ve known each other for over fifty years; some of us were in the first grade together. We had fun in high school. We’d go to the Red Barn across the Mississippi state line and buy beer, taking care of...
