i have many memories of “brotherly love” from my childhood…they include being pushed down the steps, locked out of the house and many a hug-turned chokehold. so it was really no surprise when i caught my nephew following in his father’s footsteps. ah siblings.
i spent the holidays in atlanta and just have to share some good ol’ southerness for my west coast friends. i met up with my friend Hunter at the flying biscuit. i explained to JC on the way there that this place was famous for its biscuits and shockingly, in all my years of living...
