Imagine an attic of an old mental asylum, filled with the trunks and suitcases of the now-deceased patients. Then imagine that the suitcases are found and the contents are documented to tell the stories of their former owners. Amazing stuff.
My favorite story is Madeline’s.
While we were eating at Bullock’s BBQ in Durham, North Carolina, our waitress (Mary Sue) called my daughter “Shugah Foot.”
She called me “Sweetie Pie” and didn’t bat an eyelash when I requested a veggie burger instead of their world-famous vinegar-style pork barbeque. Though I eschewed the pig meat, I indulged heartily in hush puppies and buttery-rich peach cobbler. Yum :)