I never dreamed the girls of West Point High School Class of 65 would have fun on the road without me. Well, I just heard that they did today and I’m pretty ticked off.
We headed out on a road adventure last Thursday and were making new memories by the baskets full when I was distracted by one of those Louisiana guys. In the meantime, they picked up a guy from Ocean Springs who turned out to be my first cousin. Small world, isn’t it?
Above:Norma, Marie, LC, Beth and Hazel are pictured with Doug McCall, who was signing his new book at an Arts Festival on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.)
I’ve lived my whole life in a box – the one self-imposed and driven by a little voice in my head warning me not to stick my neck out, to always dress appropriately; talk softly, and do everything perfectly., So, I’m sure you’d like to ask, “How’s that working for me?
Is your fist clenched around the steering wheel of life? Are you fighting your neighbor for your piece of the pie? (You may get your piece but will you find your peace on earth and goodwill toward men and all that? I suspect you won’t.)
Frustrated by the Winter from Hell?
Me too, so I am trying to satisfy my inner farmer who is dying to get outside and plant something.
If you are having a similar problem, I have the answer. Simply go through your vegetable drawer and pull out a few items destined for the compost pile. Through a little magic, you can regrow them into fresh vegetables. No joke, you can grow a garden without planting a single seed.
\We are all customers in the Bank of Time.
Every morning it credits us with 86,400 seconds. Every night it charges off as a loss whatever reminder you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
Makes you rethink a minute, doesn’t it? And an hour makes you feel pretty flush. Your account in the Bank of Time carries no balance-well, except