Writing Life

A periodic record of thoughts and life as these happen via the various roles I play: individual, husband, father, grandfather, son, brother (brother-in-law), writer, university professor and others.

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I was born on Shaw Air Force Base in Sumter, South Carolina, then lived a while in Fayetteville, North Carolina, before moving, at the age of 5, to Walnut, NC. I graduated from Madison High School in 1977. After a brief time in college, I spent the most of the 1980s in Nashville, Tennessee, working as a songwriter and playing in a band. I spent most of the 1990s in school and now teach at a university in Tennessee. My household includes wife and son and cat. In South Carolina I have a son, daughter-in-law and two granddaughters.

Monday, June 28, 2010

2 Days Ago

It was on this day in 2000 that rival scientific teams completed the first rough map of the human genome. Scientists had discovered the structure of DNA back in 1953, but it took the Human Genome Project to begin to pin down exactly how human DNA makes us who we are. Every cell in the human body contains 23 pairs of chromosomes, and each chromosome is a bundle of DNA. If all of the DNA, bundled up inside every single cell in our bodies, were unfurled and strung out in a single strand, it would be about six feet long. Those six feet of DNA contain the instructions for the creation of all the physical aspects of our human bodies: everything from our blood to organs, our brain, our eye color, our fingers and toes, and so forth.

The question scientists wanted to answer was how those instructions give rise to people and why the instructions sometimes make mistakes. The Human Genome Project began in October of 1990, and it was estimated that it would take 15 years and about $3 billion. But because a private company got involved and speeded up the process, the map was finished five years ahead of schedule.

Something we learned from the Human Genome Project is that the entire 6 billion-member human species goes back 7,000 generations to an original population of about 60,000 people. Our species has only a modest amount of genetic variation — the DNA of any two humans is 99.9 percent identical.

On this day in 1818, John Keats wrote a letter to his brother Tom about a hike through the Lake District of England. He wrote: "We walked here to Ambleside yesterday along the border of Winandermere, all beautiful with wooded shores and Islands — our road was a winding lane, wooded on each side, and green overhead, full of Foxgloves — every now and then a glimpse of the Lake, and all the while Kirkstone and other large hills nestled together in a sort of grey black mist. Ambleside is at the northern extremity of the Lake. We arose this morning at six, because we call it a day of rest, having to call on Wordsworth who lives only two miles hence — before breakfast we went to see the Ambleside water fall. The morning beautiful — the walk easy among the hills. [...]

"I shall learn poetry here and shall henceforth write more than ever, for the abstract endeavor of being able to add a mite to that mass of beauty which is harvested from these grand materials, by the finest spirits, and put into ethereal existence for the relish of one's fellow."

It was on this the day in 1284 that, according to legend, the Pied Piper lured children out of the city of Hamelin, Germany, and to their death. The story goes that at some point earlier in the year, a man dressed in a colorful coat appeared in Hamelin, offering to get rid of the rats that were plaguing the town. The townspeople agreed to a set price. The man played a song on a flute and lured all the rats out of the houses and barns and into the nearby River Weser, where they all drowned. But the townspeople were annoyed at his unconventional methods, and refused to pay him.

On June 26, he returned to town, dressed like a hunter with a red cap. It was a Sunday, and all the adults were in church. He got out his flute and began to play, and 130 children followed him out of the town, through a gate and into a mountain, and were never seen again.

The legend of the Pied Piper was first written down in a chorus book in the 14th century, but that book was lost a couple of hundred years later. The oldest surviving account is from the 15th century, and it says: "In the year of 1284, on the day of Saints John and Paul on 26 June, 130 children born in Hamelin were seduced by a piper, dressed in all kinds of colours, and lost at the place of execution near the koppen," the hills around the city. The Brothers Grimm later wrote down a version of the legend and the town's response to it.

To this day, no one knows exactly what inspired the legend of the Pied Piper, but it is clear that it is based on a historical event in Hamelin's history. One theory is that it was some sort of plague or epidemic, possibly even one that would cause children to dance, and that the Piper was a metaphorical representation of Death. But these days, most research supports the theory that the legend refers to the historical colonization of Eastern Europe, which began with Lower Germany. The town's citizens, or the "children of Hamelin," were being recruited to settle throughout Eastern Europe, and the Piper was probably just a landowner, who lured them away with promises of land.

From The Writer's Almanac for 26 June 2010

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Ahoskie's Tomahawk Motel


We always stay at the Tomahawk Motel when we're in Ahoskie. I just went out to take a picture of the place to send to my email so that I could download and post it here. Then I remembered that this is another place in my life where ATT doesn't, in fact, have more bars. Ahoskie has more bars in town than ATT--one named Chubby's, where tonight is "Raggae" night. (Maybe more bars exist around here, but that's the only one I know the name of.)


I wanted to post a picture of the Tomahawk. Our room here has some improvements over the last time I stayed. (Granted, I don't come to the reunion every year.) We have a little refrigerator in our room and a microwave. Obviously we also now have wireless Internet. But some things don't change. The television set has a significant blue tint. Everything looks like a dark episode of CSI: New York. On top of it lies an essential component of each Tomahawk room: the fly swatter. Thankfully, for this near-100-degree heat, we have a great air-conditioner. My son and daughter-in-law just walked in and mentioned that it felt "like a meat locker" in here. I'm comfy.

Back to the cell phone issue in Ahoskie. Last night we drove out through the countryside--we have a lot of flat countryside here--and came upon a signal. This was no single bar of signal but a full five bars. Who knows where it came from! Anyway, we parked in this little pulloff in the midst of some farmer's soybean field and made a couple of telephone calls, sent a couple of texts.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Blogging Ahoskie



My father-in-law grew up in Ahoskie, North Carolina, a little town in the northeastern part of the state. The landscape is flat, big on farming and hunting. Because I have no cell phone signal here, I can't take a picture of the place, send it to my email, download, upload, etc. I did an Internet search of pictures for this place, and many of the pictures that came up involved either rows of tobacco and cotton or men in camouflage beside the bodies of animals they'd just killed, holding their heads up so that they seem to be looking into the camera along with their killers.


Anyway, I'm hanging out in the Tomahawk Motel here, reading and writing in the quiet before the weekend reunion chaos kicks in. This evening my granddaughters will arrive, and tomorrow I'll take them to see the new Toy Story movie, an entertaining escape from the heat, I hope. Tomorrow evening we'll have the big pig-picking. The beast will be on the cooker from early tomorrow morning. Eastern North Carolina barbeque is my favorite—not a tomato based sauce but a spicy combination of vinegar and Tabasco. Love it!


I've been away from this blog for too long (and hope not to be so again), so here's the bullet list of events, some of which I might write up in more details:



  • at work, finished up spring class, grading and honors recruiting . . . but enough about work

  • okay, sort of about work, my annual trip with the sophomores to Washington, DC, in the second week of May

  • a research trip to Kent, Ohio, to work with a typescript biography of Charles Brockden Brown, in preparation for writing a chapter about his early biographers for an Oxford University Press publication

  • rehearsals for and the performance of a rock-and-roll show for the Mermaids in Marshall celebration in the French Broad Friday series of summer celebrations in Marshall, NC; I got to hang out and play with Sugardaddy from Bakersville, NC, which was a lot of fun; the show itself was a blast, and Marshall seemed to love it

  • an extraordinary meeting of the 4 O'clock Club on June 12, Next Door at the Acoustic Coffeehouse; I played some music, we had some good beer and good cake in celebration of the event, which also included a celebration of my wife's birthday

  • a trip with my wife to Washington, DC, where I was reunited with a group of people with which I toured Europe 31 years ago

And now I'm in Ahoskie!