Imagine a future without computers


               Unthinkable, utter blackout.  I can only imagine.

The year is 2017 or 2020…or maybe tomorrow.  Some evil force has rendered the world’s satellites impotent and the planet is cast into darkness.  Literally.  No cell phone service, no television, no cash registers, no ATMs and no place to spend a dollar anyway.  We’re dead meat. Continue reading

Six things I pretend to know now that I’m approaching 70


When I was sixteen, I thought I was a genius.  Now I know I’ve always been an idiot and will likely be for the rest of my days.  So I think I will just sit back and enjoy my idiocracy..  There’s a whole lot less pressure.

A bunch of my girl friends from the West Point High School Class of ’65 are turning 69 this month and we are all being rounded up for the biggy next year.  I feel as though I’ve been sleeping for the last decade and it’s time to wake up and get involved in this thing called life. Continue reading

Love that tomato man

ronnie and taters

My friend Marie and I are two lucky girls.  We have been the grateful recipients of more home grown tomatoes that any girl deserve.

All were gifted by our friend and high school chum, Ronnie Tiffin (AKA Tomato Man Tiffin).  He and his wife Valerie live on a small farm west of Starkville where he has gone from the cable TV business to become an expert gardener. Continue reading

Funning for a good cause


Perhaps the “funnest” (sorry Miss Elizabeth) time this year was today in Mississippi when a bunch of women got together for a painting party to benefit the Kitty Bryan Dill Cancer Endowment Center.  We painted some pottery, a few canvases, our clothes and at least one of us came home with paint on her face.

From left see artists Mary Jo Hill, Norma Atkins, Marie Portera, that Jones girl, Judy Staggers and Stacy Weems. Continue reading

Normal is just a setting on your dryer

bad girls

My friends don’t go crazy, we go normal from time to time,  but today was not one of those days.

Not since I was five have I had a more memorable birthday celebration than the wingding Marie Portera threw today for Judy Murphy Staggers and me upon our 60 something birthdays. Most of us are about to run out of years in this decade and the biggy is next year so we’re going to kick up our heels as long as we breathe. Continue reading