Discovering the Charm of ‘My Own Little Postage Stamp of Native Soil’

Oh, the hours I spent agonizing over that man in college. His words were incomprehensible to me, his motives unfathomable.

I made my peace with him during a visit to his home town, where I toured his stately home and took a shot of whisky at his grave.

Read more about this small town that is big on culture, arts and food prepared by James Beard award-winning chefs. A place with an incredibly influential book store and  where red solo cups mix freely with crystal, china and sterling under tents adorned with chandeliers at the legendary tailgates before football games.

– Jan Schroder, Editor-in-chief