tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415762.post114606493628673824..comments2023-11-05T02:13:37.607-06:00Comments on lemmondrops: lemon-colored volkswagens and southern artEmiliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186651382354924497noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415762.post-1146604463986861362006-05-02T16:14:00.000-05:002006-05-02T16:14:00.000-05:00Ellen, it's kind of hard to explain - it's just a ...Ellen, it's kind of hard to explain - it's just a certain feeling. ... Sorry, I know that doesn't help. <BR/><BR/>Why, are you thinking of moving there? I hear Austin is a great place to live, but hot. :)Emiliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18186651382354924497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415762.post-1146593617899431402006-05-02T13:13:00.000-05:002006-05-02T13:13:00.000-05:00Em, can you please go into detail on "the quirky s...Em, can you please go into detail on "the quirky sense of soul that is lacking in most other parts of the country....?" I'm so curious! Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415762.post-1146231443761981112006-04-28T08:37:00.000-05:002006-04-28T08:37:00.000-05:00I looked up his website & it took me right back to...I looked up his website & it took me right back to college. He had a show in Oxford, MS, so he had many of my favorites including the Lyceum and Square Books. I love his style.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24415762.post-1146091064597478272006-04-26T17:37:00.000-05:002006-04-26T17:37:00.000-05:00I remember the VW! It's too bad we didn't have the...I remember the VW! It's too bad we didn't have the yard space to put it in our back yard and turn it into a play area or something like that. Or a place of refuge from family fights or hurried days. Or a place for writing and homework, as long as we could run a cord out there for a space heater. Ah, the possibilities. I could have even slept in there, waking up on a lazy summer morning. Instead, I did that during my teen years in the only tent my family ever owned. And then in college I could have snuck friends in there at night during visits home, for a smoke or something else. Good thing our parents are straight, devout Catholics, not hippies (except they were 1960s Democrats)! Once a few years ago for their anniversary in August, our parents had dinner at an upscale restaurant along the Columbia River. Afterward they were strolling along the river promenade in khaki chinos and passed a group of beatnicks sitting a couple hundred feet away on a lawn. They yelled to our parents, "hey, old hippies!" They laughed so hard when they came home and told me about it. At least our parents can look the part, although inside they're as pure as gold.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com