Ducks with a Death Wish?
Although our men are tied to the daily demands of their farms right now, irrigating and tending to growing crops, they can still dream. Those rare summer showers that are few and far between will find them planning and preparing for their favorite time of the year—hunting season. Any spare time is spent sighting their guns and trying to find the perfect hunting lease. Unless, of
Paula’s Plotting Her Revenge
I saw Paula recently. She came in for our great aunt’s funeral. You remember Paula, my single cousin from Texas. I thought the girl looked fantastic myself, all slim and trim with every hair in place, but her biological clock must be ticking louder than ever ‘cause she was even touchier about her marital state, or lack thereof, than usual. She sat by Phil and me
A Colonel by Any Other Name
Colonel Davis looks like he stepped right out of the Old South; picture him as a cross between Mark Twain and Colonel Sanders. He has retired from the oil business after a long and successful career. Now he divides his time between the golf course and the coffee shop, where you can generally find him charming all the widow women. I found him there yesterday
A Case of Intentional Failure
The man and his young son looked like Pete and Repeat in their matching and spotlessly clean jerseys. I surmised that they were on their way to the little league ball park and the father was also the coach. The boy was holding a list while his dad pushed the cart. I passed them a few times in my pass around the big box store and
That’s One High Priced Politician
“Can I get you anything else, a piece of cake, maybe?" I looked up and smiled at the same pleasant-looking older man who had helped me unload the car and set up my book table when I first arrived at the church. "No sir, I'm good for now. Y’all have been mighty good to me." I could tell he liked the sound of that. He had certainly
Quick Draw Mother-in-Law
One of Jerry Don’s old college buddies is in town. He’s been staying at Jerry Don and Paulette’s all weekend. “How’s that going?” I asked Paulette earlier. I’d run into her at the grocery store, where she was pushing around an overflowing shopping cart. “All right,” Paulette said. “The man’s got a good appetite, that’s for sure. Between him and Jerry Don, and those boys of ours,
She Ought to Be in Pictures
The other day I ran into an old school friend of mine at the mall. We hugged and did the usual exchange of greetings, "Girl, you're looking good!" and "You, too! You haven't aged a bit", although we had both changed a bit. And then we got caught up on our mutual friends, where everyone was, what they were doing, etc. After that she asked
Georgia Loses The Spelling Bee
Georgia Hathcock, not her real name, is either in trouble or causing it, and I mean that in the nicest way, really I do. Poor Georgia would be the first to admit that she has a tendency to both act and speak before she thinks. It has gotten her in more pickles than anyone who knows her cares to remember. One day she drew Paulette
What Size Was That, Sir?
My friend was in the dressing room of a department store trying to find a bathing suit for the summer. She’d been there a while and things were looking bleak when she heard a woman giggle from another stall. My friend gave her bonus points for managing to retain her sense of humor. “I don’t feel much like chuckling,” she thought to herself as she
And Then There are the Games People Play
I’m often asked if there are really such differences in the social customs of the north and the south, or is it that southerners just enjoy perpetuating the myth? I’ll tell you a story; you decide. My friend and his wife go to a small country church in Mississippi that recently held their annual spring revival. As is the custom, several members of the congregation took