Okay, I know that thousands of you — why, perhaps even hundreds of thousands — have been wondering what happened to my blog, where I posted such compelling stories as "The Clarksdale Giant," "The Clay Eaters of Memphis," and "The One-Armed Newsboy."
Hmmm, now that I list some of them, perhaps they really weren't that compelling after all. They certainly seemed so when I was writing them. When I was drunk, I mean.
Anyway, I was using a blog software program called "Vance Lauderdale's Blog-0-Matic" and wouldn't you know it, the dang batteries in the thing went dead, and even Radio Shack couldn't find the right voltage. So we've switched to a new, better program, but you'll have to put up with me until I learn such basic blog skills as typing, spelling, reading without moving my lips, and going to Sunday School.
In the meantime, though, I thought I'd post a photo of an old school that I discovered tucked inside a book purchased at a recent estate sale.
It's a handsome building, all right, but I've scutizined it pretty carefully and can't detect any address on the building. It looks like some sort of church-affiliated group posed in front, with boys and girls of all ages wearing their best clothes, and the only clue that it was even taken in Memphis is the small "Poland Photographers" logo in the bottom corner. But other than that — which is pretty obvious — I don't know anything at all about this place: what it was, where it was, or when it was.