I let the stupidest non-issues get on my last nerve and turn me into a raging termagant which, for your information, is the female version of an old curmudgeon.
Remember that word “termagant” because if you’re female you’re probably carrying the gene. The condition begins to present itself with advancing age and loss of the inhibitions which once kept us civil and gave us the reputation as “sweet young things.” The aging beauty can turn into the beast if you get her riled up. But hey, it is what it is, right?
Although Mississippi is known for its Blues, the state spawned many firsts in the genre of Rock ‘n Roll according to John Sumrall who has become an authority on the music of Mississippi His book “Classic Magnolia Rock—History of Original Mississippi Rock and Roll 1952-1970” contains a wealth of information on this era so beloved by Baby Boomers everywhere. Sunrall notes that the first rock and roll record to be released world-wide was a song by the original Rolling Stones from Mississippi which we reported several months ago.. The group was formed at Mississippi State College (later named Mississippi State University) in the mid-1950’s and consisted of Andy Anderson, William “Cuz” Covington, Joe Tubb, Bobby Lyon and Roy Estes. Continue reading
You must know by now that I have a book coming out next month. I wanted to call it “The Wonder Years” but my editor felt it might be confused with the television show by the same name which had a good run about 20 years ago. Come to think of it, we all had a pretty good run 20 years ago!
Phil Dickerson on August 18, 2014 at 9:17 am said: (Note: Phil is my best friend forever. He will forgive me for printing his memoirs)
“So I’m lying on the couch in my house on Broad Street somewhere around 1957, when in walks this giant of a man.
He looked seven feet tall to me. He was dressed in a fine suit and carrying a little black bag. He was a handsome man with sparkling eyes and a kind smile. He was my doctor, my neighbor, Emily’s Dad.
We decided this weekend that aging is a wonderful thing as long as you have someone to do it with. (We all want each other to go first though.) Nevertheless, my oldest friends celebrated the march of time this weekend with a birthday bash deep in the woods of Monroe County. (Above Beth, Norma and Judy discover a trick to take years off your face with selfies. The tip will be in my book “Love, Laughter and Losing my Keys: A Boomers Survival Guide.” Excuse the self promotion.