Tupelo. Tu-pe-lo. This city curls my tongue. Mississippi. Front of the mouth joy. Mis-sis-sip-pi. Hippie tippy lippy Mississippi. We married and lived in Tupel...
We sit outside our hotel room on the balcony. Florence is before us, hot, hazy, at eight o’clock at night, her sky pink. We drink Campari and soda.
His weddi...
