My “tribe” did a little war dancing today – on a table no less. That’s something I’ve wanted to do all my life and lately we been doing a lot of it.
File this one under “things you didn’t know and were flabbergasted to find out.”
I didn’t believe it myself at first. Did you know that the Original Rolling Stones didn’t come out of Great Britain at all? And they were more likely to be spotted over a cold brew at the Crossroads than a spot of tea in the shadow of Buckingham Palace.
A reader dropped me a note suggesting that I do a post blasting cosmetic companies for using 30-something year-olds to advertise products those kids won’t need for another three decades. Amen, sister. I’m on it.
To be honest this has been bothering me for some time too…like for the last 20 years when I’ve been completely available to help advertise the fountain of youth. I could be the “before,” and the peaches and cream “Gidget” could be the “after”.
It was as if the sun went behind the clouds yesterday when I got word of the death of Carole McReynolds Davis, arguably Starkville’s most colorful character. Starkville will never be quite the same without her.
I’m a bit distracted because I’m watching the last episode of “The Sopranos”. If I hear the “F” word one more time or see anyone else’s finger cut off with a meat cleaver, I must discontinue television.
The good thing is, I signed a contract today for a book deal. The book doesn’t have a title because my editor hasn’t figured out who we are trying to reach.