“…it’s anecdotal, as you might expect from a southern boy. Anecdotes were the language of the Florida community I grew up in. I was never able to speak that language well except maybe with a guitar in-hand, but my dad can still palaver with the best of ‘em on his front porch, where I used to listen in awe to the richness and cadence of the language…”
- Read Chapter One of The Charlatan’s Boy
- Watch “Feechie Film Festival” Videos on Jonathan’s Facebook Page
