by Lynn Oldshue | Oct 5, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I played in the Toy Bowl Classic in the Civic Center in 1966. They hauled red clay in for the field. No grass. Just marked lines on the clay. Landing on the ground didn’t hurt. We were in grade school and thought we were tough. I played halfback. Caught the...
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 29, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Elania: “Liliana lives in Crestview, Florida, and I live in Sacramento, CA. I’m a hovering mom. She told me she doesn’t need me, but when my child is by herself with no place to go in a hurricane, I have to help her get away from harm. Right now, it looks okay....
by Lynn Oldshue | Sep 22, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“My grandfather’s name was James Haskell Lewis. But everybody called him ‘Hack.’ I heard someone describe him as ‘wild enough to shoot at.’ But he loved his family and never said a cross word to us–would give us the shirt off his back. But if you weren’t family...
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...
