Blame It on the Yellow Jackets
And no, we don’t mean the Georgia Tech football team.
I am alive. A week ago, I wasn’t so sure I would be. Let me explain.
Last Saturday morning, I was in my backyard, wielding a weed whacker. Early enough to escape the excessive heat, but not too early to wake the neighbors. All was well until I stuck what a Caleb Johnson poem we recently published described as “green monofilament nylon spun twelve-thousand times a minute” into a nest of yellow jackets.
This landed me in the hospital for two days. Turns out I am dangerously allergic to yellow-jacket venom, so allergic my symptoms mimicked a heart attack. But tests on Monday morning showed my heart is in fine working order. All is well again, but the uncertainty about how the week would play out led us to postpone our “Writing Your South” seminar with Jacqueline Allen Trimble. Next week, we will announce a new date for that online event and put tickets to it back on sale.
Now, on to this weekend’s Salvation South lineup. Shawn Pitts is a wonderful writer whose work we have published several times. He is also a tremendous champion of the arts in Selmer, Tennessee, the small town where he and his family live about ninety miles from Memphis. In our lead story this week, Shawn applies his highly discerning eye to the work of a North Georgia visual artist named Ted Whisenhunt, whose work (based on Shawn’s descriptions and the images you’ll see in our story) is simply stunning. Whisenhunt has an odd but wonderful gift that allows him to express the “Southernness” of our region, no matter if he painting, sculpting, or creating art from other objects. Next week, a exhibition of Whisenhunt’s latest work, “Watermarks,” will open at Young Harris College’s Campus Gate Gallery in the North Georgia mountains.
— “The Whole of the South”: the wide Southern eye of artist Ted Whisenhunt, by Shawn Pitts
—“Don't Meet Your Heroes?”: a baseball story, by John T. O’Neal
—“To Acknowledge What Someone Else Says”: two poems, by Catherine Carter
We also have a thoughtful, lovely, and funny baseball essay from John T. O’Neal, about his lifelong love for Dale Murphy, the Atlanta Brave who was the National League MVP two years running in the early 1980s. If you believe in the old saw that you should never meet your heroes, you might rethink that after reading John’s essay. We round out the week with two stellar poems from North Carolina’s Catherine Carter, who sees the connections between temperamental humans and their environment in vivid, eye-opening ways.
If you use your weed whacker this weekend, be careful where you stick it, okay?
About the author
Chuck Reece is the co-founder and editor-in-chief of Salvation South, the weekly web magazine you're reading right now. He was the founding editor of The Bitter Southerner. He grew up in the north Georgia mountains in a little town called Ellijay.