by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 10, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Ivy is my service dog, trained to help me with my PTSD. I also share her with others who are suffering. If a vehicle backfires down the street and triggers me, Ivy nudges my hand or gently grabs my wrist with her mouth, redirecting my thoughts and keeping me calm. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 9, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I almost blacked out playing piano for a song with Brandi Carlile. It was during her show on Cayamo, the music cruise. While Brandi and I are friends, I know she doesn’t want some guy coming out and wrecking the momentum of her set. Before we started, Brandi said,...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 8, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I found my niche early in life. Got my first doorman job in the summer of ‘83 and stayed with it. I’m two years from retirement, but still don’t know what I’ll do when I grow up. Treating guests like they’re in my own house gives me the energy to work. My...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 3, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“Once my family was going swimming in the bay. A man asked to take a picture of us for a dollar. Mama looked in her little purse to find one. My eyes were closed in the picture–I had measles and couldn’t see. Buddy was five, and I was seven. Wilma Olean was...
by Lynn Oldshue | Mar 2, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’ve messed up a lot of meat to get where I am. I cooked 30 slabs of ribs Saturday. They were gone in a couple of hours. I also cook chicken and turkey legs. It’s a great feeling when people smile and say, ‘man it’s good.’ This started about twelve years...
