"I would not like nights so bright you could not see the stars." -- Akira Kurosawa

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I grew up in a family of Southern storytellers. Back in 2004, I started Whole Bean to continue the tradition in a new medium. Over the years, I've written about families and friends, peculiar situations, extended road trips, recalcitrant home appliances, and many things for which I'm truly grateful. I hope you enjoy your time here.
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Another hot, muggy day in Atlanta. It's been raining for weeks now with the aftermath from the tropical storms which have been battering the Gulf. The back yard looks like a jungle, and the bugs are out en masse. And here I sit at another car wash with free web access (Avril this time) -- it's inside, it's cool -- hey, that's enough for me.

I've just finished a great little book: "Chasing Cezanne" by Peter Mayle, the author of "A Year in Provence". This book is a work of fiction, but it made for great leisure reading when I was at Myrtle Beach last weekend. As always, Mayle paints a picture of France which makes you want to board the very next jet to Paris. In this particular tale, the variety of locales (Paris, London, New York, and the Bahamas) amount to a cheap virtual vacation, while at the same time the story is populated by a colorful, somewhat racy cast of characters. I loved the book. My friend Tanya has loaned me Mayle's "Hotel Pastis", and it's next on my list as soon as I finish Lee May's "My Father's Garden". Guess I should set up camp at Barnes & Noble or something.

But I must now watch the SUV as it has its wheels polished. Stay cool, friends. =:)