I am open to the accusation that I see compost as an end it itself. But we do grow some real red damn tomatoes such as you can't get in the stores. And potatoes, beans, lettuce, collards, onions, squash, cauliflower, eggplant, carrots, peppers. Dirt in you own backyard, producing things you eat. Makes you wonder.

Twitter. It's not a good sound, is it? If it were worth doing, there would be a better word for it.

I always wanted to win the Super Bowl so I could take it and hold it and see what lies beyond it. I think it may be the sun.

Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.

In the beginning, Atlanta was without form, and void; and it still is.

Pete Rose is too rich a character to fit on a bronze plaque. He requires a good, trenchant, poignant (ah, Petey) book, and this is it.

I prefer my oysters fried; that way I know my oysters died.