My Life As A Hobby

I’m not going to lie to you. I’m pissed off. There are probably more eloquent ways to describe my current state of mind, but none of them seem quite as accurate. I’ve been told that Amazon isn’t as user-friendly as it used to be. That’s a little like saying Iran isn’t the most woman-friendly country in the Middle East. It may be uncomfortable to say, but it damn sure is the truth. Let me explain. I’ve written a book called Some Things Are Worth Remembering . Not just a few pages stapled together, but an honest-to-goodness book. Forty-four stories about growing up, the mistakes I made, and the lessons I learned along the way. I spent a couple of years writing it, rewriting it, editing it, and trying to make it the best it could possibly be. I had it professionally printed. The printer did a marvelous job. The manuscript and cover were converted into PDF files. I bought my own ISBN, which, for those unfamiliar with publishing, is a bunch of numbers that identifies your book and ...

  There are two things you can be reasonably certain you will have in a Southern church - an altar call and a covered dish meal.  And when it comes to the covered dish, there are certain foods that will most certainly be served.  Like macaroni and cheese. The odds of seeing that on the buffet table are about the same as seeing beer in a fraternity house. There will probably be two or three versions of it. And while all of it is technically called the same thing, there can be a world of difference between them. One was obviously thrown together an hour before worship using a box of store-bought Kraft, while another one was  meticulously prepared by somebody who believes macaroni and cheese is a gourmet delicacy. They were probably lovingly grating a block of cheddar at 6 o’clock Sunday morning.  In addition, the covered dish will undoubtedly feature fried chicken, probably purchased from a Publix  supermarket. Those folks have figured out how to perfect...