A late November feast of folk, rock, and country sounds, much of it gospel-tinged, all of it burnished in afternoon light. Expect occasional flurries, scattered leaves, and warm ovens. Foil-wrapped casserole dishes and those gold-brown canisters that Folger’s Crystals used to come in. Drunken uncles and grandma’s gravy. Cranberry as a condiment, cold turkey for breakfast. Pedal-steel twang. Thick scarves. Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Tunes for keeping the engine warm, prayerful pleas for saying grace, and plenty of laidback Seventies stuffing to go round. words / become a member or log in.
