Being “raised right” in The South includes proper funeral procession etiquette. And woe to anyone NOT “raised right”. … Knowing a bunch of Really Nice People is one of Life’s Pleasures.
Remember the kooky “John Bircher” in your town back in the 60s? What would you think if you learned – “DAMN, That Kooky John Bircher Was Right”?
O’ Vivian … My Home Town is famous for Pure Artesian Well Water – High School Basketball – Me – Maceo Parker – Little Eva … and THE Vivian Howard. Not necessarily in that order.
People die every day… from illness, accidents and brutal crimes. When it is a brutal senseless crime TO SOMEONE YOU KNOW … it is hard to ever forget.
So are The Days Of Our Lives… BobLee reflects on 50 years of “back then” and those he shared those “Days” with. Sands Thru an Hourglass.
“… in a gymnasium with a sketchy sound system… over the site of an old slaughterhouse…. across from a state mental hospital” … in My Home Town… And It Was A Very Good Thing…
“Your Barbecue place” can be very special. My Barbecue Place became a Mexican Buffet then a Chinese TakeOut… sigh…
Paul Allen, Dottie Williams and Dorcas Reilly… three disparate individuals united by the timely coincidence of their passing. And the latest CHIHUAHUA DID WHAT… and several other thoughts.
I don’t troll obits but somehow This One found me. “George Hand” died in Clinton on August 17. From just 23-words I knew I FOUND “BIG UN”… but too late.
I was “over” The Silent Sam Thing after the first week. I knew it would be a long term “siege” making The Trojan War seem like a skirmish. It is / has been,
Norm Housley was a “bonus baby” with the Kinston Eagles in 1962. He was a blond High School Hero driving a Corvette… from California.
“Sports banquets” are fraught with perils of boredom and bad taste. THIS ONE was well-done and “a fine time was had by all”… especially me and my old friends.
I grew up in “Lake Woebegone On The Neuse” among some Extraordinary Ordinary People . Maybe you did too “where you come from”. Maybe YOU were one of’em?
“Shots were fired” in a part of town where “they aren’t supposed to be”. Does your hometown have that problem these days? Mine does… but it didn’t back when Dad and I went to Hathaways on Saturdays.