It’s officially unofficially summer here in Birmingham, and what better time for the smothering, humid 90-plus-degree temperatures to hit than during the annual music festival City Stages? Rick usually has to work the TV station booth and sign autographs for the few people who actually want a signed photo of him. (One would be Truman and the other, me.)
While Rick put in time at the TV station’s booth, Truman and I explored the festival. We found the drum circle immediately and since Truman is destined to be the next drummer for Kiss, we stayed there for a long while. When …read more

Because we are food snobs, we wanted our son to learn food snobbery early on. So at one week old, we took our son to Chez Fon Fon. We devoured (at least) one bottle of wine and a plateful of stinky cheese (both of which I had to forgo during pregnancy) while he slept in his carrier close by. Those quiet, constant sleeping days of Truman ended shortly after that meal.
Three weeks later we ventured out again – on New Years Eve – to The Hot and Hot Fish Club for our annual NYE dinner there. We made the earliest …read more