Turkey Delivery

          By Michael Miller Autumn in the hills of East TN is a very special time. The smell of fresh-cut hay hangs heavy in the cool crisp air. Hills and hollers are dressed in their Sunday best; sporting vivid hues of orange, red and gold. An elegant mist hovers at tree-top level, just as a... Continue Reading →

The Most Important Meal of the Day

How many remember fifth grade? More importantly; how many remember the lunch room? Most don't understand the politics, social exchange and class warfare that transpired there. So...for just a bit, experience the "lunch-room" through the eyes of the Tin Cup Clan. This is just a small excerpt from Chapter Eight, I hope you can get... Continue Reading →

Always Choose The Wing (a revisit)

  (A reflection of Character) ALWAYS CHOOSE THE WING. Southern folk are a peculiar folk, raised a bit different we were, but southern "mountain" folk…well, that’s another subject entirely. I’m afraid I cain’t speak for everyone else, all I can do is relate insight into how I was taught, unfortunately, that's a time long gone.... Continue Reading →

The Rolling Store

I posted this some time ago, but thought I might share it again for those who missed it. During my childhood in the hills of East Tennessee, the most popular, though somewhat less dependable method of social interaction, came in the form of an old truck known by all as the “rolling store.” As kids,... Continue Reading →

The Trouble with Pink Socks

Once again I find myself apologizing; I've really let you folks down with the posts (or lack of) lately. Things have been a little hectic around the Tin Cup Clan's new domicile. So busy in fact, I've found myself thinking of little else. That was until today...when for some unbeknownst to me reason, I found... Continue Reading →

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