Think big, act small

small things

I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. Even as a child, day dreams occupied most of my thoughts while I was supposed to be engaged in other things – like math class, long-winded Sunday sermons, and scoldings for lack of attention during the aforementioned activities.

To this day I don’t know how to figure percentages and I once purported to be a banker! (That didn’t last long.)

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Modeling myself after a Hooker

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Above: The only Hooker in the class of ‘65 is pictured with Gene Carouthers.—-

Hey, do you find yourself carrying out your daily “rounds” while secretly humming “Yesterday?”  You know the Beatles’ 1960s tune about the time when your troubles were so far away?

I do, and while yesterday may not have been as picture perfect as I remember it, we certainly had a different set of problems as we tried to find out who we were and what we were sent here to do.

Yesterday, my high school friends did a little reminiscing as we always do when we get together.  Any excuse will do.  This week it was Beth Hooker Herron’s twice yearly trunk showing.   Hooker is one of my favorites and you can’t be around her without laughing.  And I usually come home with some frock which reeks of Hooker’s taste which is infinitely better than mine.

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Super Stoup anyone?

more soup

Killing time before the BIG GAMEs today and sporting a killer yearning for Margaret Ann’s Tomato Basil Soup (which is included in our new book “Love, Laughter & Losing My Keys”, I began to tinker with the recipe. 

I rarely follow a recipe – always trying to make it better or revolutionary.  Well, this time it worked and for breakfast I had a bowl or two, or three.  I’ll have three  more before the game.

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