darkSpyro

This is a book about God, guns, grits & gravy. It’s not a recipe book for Southern cuisine, nor a collection of religious devotionals, nor a manual on how to properly load a semiautomatic shotgun. It’s a book about what’s commonly referred to as “flyover country,” the vast portion of real estate that sits between the East Coast & the West Coast & which more often than not votes red instead of blue, roots for the Cowboys in the NFL & the Cardinals in the National League, & has 3 or more Bibles in every house. It’s where there’s nothing unusual at all about God, guns, grits, or gravy. It’s not a novelty; it’s not strange or weird. It’s a way of life.

Let me introduce you to the land & the people for whom God, guns, grits & gravy all make perfect sense. After you finish the book, you might just say, “Dang, those good ol’ boys ain’t so dumb after all.”

oh no.

its you

Indiana, Ohio, Nebraska, Missouri, Oklahoma, the Dakotas. Yeah, we all heard Jason Aldean's song. Get over it.


No, but in all seriousness, I've ridden through those places before and the bucolic setting is charming. Thick cornfields make the perfect places to hide a body.

Hooray!