Scott Graber

By Scott Graber It is Saturday, cold, but I’ve got a fire in the hearth and my Eight O’clock coffee. Today we are without…

By Scott Graber It is Friday morning and Susan and I are in Tampa, Fla. Actually we’re in a part of Tampa called Ybor…

By Scott Graber Some weeks ago, I had lunch with Dean Moss and David Murray. In an effort to avoid a meandering, melancholy discussion…

For those who came of age in the American South, there was a certain behavior that was discouraged. My Southern mother would not use…

It is Saturday, early, and I’m in my grey-painted study. I have my coffee and a view of several portraits done of me, my…