Have you ever been so deliriously happy that for some inexplicable reason, tears welled up in your eyes and meandered down your cheeks along with your eye make-up? You looked like something from Halloween II while everyone looked at you as if you’d lost your dog or something equally tragic?
No matter where we roam there’s no place like home. This week we will get to spend a few hours in the place I called home every Saturday from about 1957 – 1965. It was called the Ritz Theatre in West Point, Mississippi, and it still is.
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.
Cell phones have finally replaced old Ma Bell’s home style clunkers and even this dinosaur has finally ditched her landline in favor of a smart phone (which is way smarter than its operator.)
As long as I can remember I have been searching for something just beyond my grasp. If I had a good hair day, I wanted a great hair day. If my bathroom floor was shiny and clean, I wanted it to be made of marble.