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.
Marie and I participated in theTour de Tibbee this weekend. What a thrill. Five other classmates from West Point High School participated in other events.
Not unlike the Tour de France, the race was grueling and seemed to last 2100 miles. In fact, it was slightly shorter – like 2099 miles..
In the final moments there were only two riders left pedaling – Marie and me. She beat me by a hair when my shoe lace got caught in the spokes and I flipped.
Yesterday was a bad day. The upper element of my oven caught on fire; my vacuum cleaner began to make a deep slash on my hardwood floor; and there are no vacation plans on the immediate horizon.
My closest friends and I solved that problem by heading to the Everglades for a little R & R. (At least we pretended that’s where we were going). Actually, we were in Clay County at the most peaceful place on the planet – Frank Portera’s retreat, which I like to call six flags over Tibbee ( Tibbee Creek for you Yankees.) Continue reading
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.