A couple of weekends ago, I gathered with several friends from high school for a weekend of kayaking on the Hiwassee River like we did last year before we all turned 40.  While riding back with my friend Jim Bob (who’s my most car-knowledgeable friend…I tell people he’s “pooped while reading Car & Driver since puberty,” which is the absolute truth), we discussed the fact that our family vehicle is 10 years old, has no a/c, and was recently rear-ended on Roswell Road.  I said maybe I should…






In late 2003, I came back from Iraq, finished school, and started looking to buy a house.  A few months later, I moved into a gentrifying area of Atlanta.  I loved my little house, as long as it was never silent.  Silence reminded me I was alone.  Silence reminded me there were people shooting each other within 1/4 mile radius.  Silence forced thoughts about topics I didn’t wish to explore.  My first action upon entering the house at night was to turn on the radio or my CD…






Since 1988, there has been but one voice worthy of exclaiming the magical words “Touchdown Alabama!” and that voice belongs to Eli Gold.  The only problem is…he’s on the radio, and if the ‘Bama game is on TV, I gotta listen to whoever the station carrying the game has hired to commentate, and that person will invariably fail to carry the level of excitement in his voice when the Tide scores a touchdown that Eli Gold carries.  I ain’t got time for that.  So, for the past several…