No need for drugs or alcohol. My gang gets crazy breathing country air. This gang met in junior high and we’ve been family ever since.
“Love, Laughter and Losing My Keys: A Boomer’s Survival Guide”will be out in two weeks. Check it out. By Emily Braddock Jones. If you grew up in the 50s and 60s, you will love it.
Phil Dickerson on August 18, 2014 at 9:17 am said: (Note: Phil is my best friend forever. He will forgive me for printing his memoirs)
“So I’m lying on the couch in my house on Broad Street somewhere around 1957, when in walks this giant of a man.
He looked seven feet tall to me. He was dressed in a fine suit and carrying a little black bag. He was a handsome man with sparkling eyes and a kind smile. He was my doctor, my neighbor, Emily’s Dad.
We decided this weekend that aging is a wonderful thing as long as you have someone to do it with. (We all want each other to go first though.) Nevertheless, my oldest friends celebrated the march of time this weekend with a birthday bash deep in the woods of Monroe County. (Above Beth, Norma and Judy discover a trick to take years off your face with selfies. The tip will be in my book “Love, Laughter and Losing my Keys: A Boomers Survival Guide.” Excuse the self promotion.
On Sunday, Dr. Braddock will probably be wearing his white coat one more time when the city celebrates his 90th birthday. Daddy retired in 2008 after practicing medicine for 55 years in West Point, Mississippi where he delivered around 5,000 babies – roughly half the city!
It’s a mystery why, when we get together, the Ringtail Tooties revert to our childhood and become kids again. Imagine our delight when we found wax lips like the ones we played with a half century ago