Fourth Avenue

A place like home

In the old days (

“In the world of dead parents, logic fails” (Sarah M. Broom, The Yellow House, 350).

The last time I entered the 4th Avenue Supermarket in Bessemer, I was looking for eggs and bacon and milk, something for a fast breakfast. We had driven my mother back home the day before: a much longer trip than need be, because my car’s transmission went bad eighty miles into the journey. So we had…




People coming from different cultural backgrounds sharing seats at the table to dine, to laugh, to cook, to heal and most of all to share the stories of their unique journeys all over the world.

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Terry Barr

Terry Barr

I write about music, culture, food, and my Alabama past in One Table One World, The Riff, InTune, FanFare, SongStories, Rock n”Heavy, Counter Arts, and Pop Off.

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