Remember how Seinfeld claimed his shows were about nothing? This is a blog post about nothing, really. Last week I was invited to attend a media event in Birmingham, Alabama. Due to a media embargo, I cannot say much about any of the Who-What-When-Where-Why-How’s of the trip until after July 1. In the meantime, though, I do have permission to share a few photos.
The Sacredness of a Rocking Chair
Nothing hollers, “Welcome to the South, y’all!” like this row of wooden rocking chairs I encountered at the Charlotte Douglas International airport while traveling to Birmingham last week for a Catholic media event. (More on that trip in the weeks to come!)
What images come to mind when you you see a wooden rocking chair?