Scott Graber
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He left you stunned by the encounter
By Scott Graber It is Friday, hellishly hot, with no relieving, refreshing breeze from the Sound. Many years ago Pat Conroy was doing a…
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On to the New Jersey Turnpike
By Scott Graber It is Thursday, early, the sounds of chainsaws echoing through the otherwise quiet streets of Port Royal. This morning I have…
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I know where to find the best apple pie on Earth
By Scott Graber It is Wednesday, and I’m at Tunnel City Coffee sipping a latte ($4.28) watching a steady stream of culture-seeking tourists pour…
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Unattractive, I’m not greedy, self-important
By Scott Graber It is Sunday, June 18, and we’re in North Adams, Mass. It is overcast, 60 degrees, and I’ve found a long-sleeved…
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Forgoing familiarity, we just wanted out
By Scott Graber It is Monday, and we’re in Spartanburg. This morning I’m in the large, high-ceilinged lobby of the downtown Marriott, where I’ve…