Bootleggin’ with B. Floyd
919 Words. 4 Minute Read.
As much as I like the Bandit’s ’77 Trans Am, I’d prefer a 1970 Plymouth Superbird with a rear wing and a 426 Hemi, in Vitamin C Orange—but I’d replace the Road Runner’s “Tweet, Tweet” horn with one that plays Dixie.
Lemon Cake and Whiskers: The Robber Baron Within
1,614 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I just had a slice of homemade lemon cake, and it was rich! Fluffy like a cloud, with a decadent layer of sugary frosting—it just doesn’t get any better. As I was enjoying the last bite, I had to do what all mustachioed men do: check the mirror for crumbs, leftovers, what have you.
Bourbon, Bullets, and a Broke Down Truck
1,525 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I’ve traveled all over this great nation of ours—been to 47 states and visited every major city—and I can assure you that next to the majesty of the Rocky Mountains and the beauty of Northern California, Kentucky is one of the prettiest parts of America.
What They Don’t Tell You at the Turn
1,145 Words. 5 Minute Read.
I am forty-five years old – it’s safe to say I’ve officially made the turn. If I were at Peachtree Golf Club, I’d be staring down the fairway on number ten — an expansive checkerboard gulley that rises to a plateau, where a pin flag waits, roughly 500 yards away — with tears in my eyes, knowing half of my life has vanished.
Guest Writer: Christiana Roussel
This is a first in a series of guest writers at The Bohemian Capitalist.
Christiana Roussel is a writer from Birmingham, AL.