Olivia sent me a cute note about the way things were back when they were the way they were supposed to be. It got me thinking, so I added a few more that I remember from growing up in small town America.
My friend and former dentist, Ken Ramsey, has begun a cottage business at his home in Starkville. This is the same guy who has not missed a Mississippi State football game in 40 years. He’s up to 403 games in a row. (Guess he’s looking for a way to finance future game trips since he retired from dentistry.)
Marc and I weren’t crowned king and queen of the Bully Gras celebration last night , but we came close. The selection was based on who raised the most money for our local Emergency Response Services organization. We are so grateful for people who made contributions in our names. Thank you. Your donations were very important.
When the Flames tuned up with “Mustang Sally” all our cares were forgotten anyway.
When I swapped out my living and dining rooms last month I had more opportunities to notice small stains on my white sofas – one of life’s little gifts when you have pets.
It looks like Rebel was chewing tobacco again and dribbled on one of the cushions. After trying various cleaning products to no available, I googled and something called White Wonder
They eat at the Cupboard Restaurant in Midtown of course. It has been feeding Memphians since the early 1940s, and moved to its current location on Union Avenue in 1993. It still feels like stepping back into the 50s when you open the door.