Friday, March 18, 2011


  As a graduate of St. Patrick's School in Bullfrog Bottom, Alabama I enjoy St. Pat's Day. I try to listen to some Irish tunes, wear the mandatory green color of the day, and finish up by watching, in my opinion, the best "Leprechaun" movie ever made, the Quiet Man with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara.
  I stopped off at Hubbard's Grocery Store and picked up some yeast and a bread pan. This weekend "Big Momma" and I are going to try our hand at making some homemade bread. While I was there I got a call from my cousin and best friend "Hawkeye". He was going to our hunting club for the weekend and needed some wood pallets for firewood. We use them to start our campfires.
  "Hawkeye" is 5 years younger than me. I remember the day they brought him home from being born. We have played, camped, hunted, fished, married, divorced, drank, fought, cussed, and cried together. He's the only man, other than my Father, I trust.
  Looking in the mirror tonight, I see my Daddy coming on in my face. I know one day he'll be gone as so many of our family members are. It's comforting to know that I'll still have someone to help me remember one day. Hopefully we'll have more tales to tell then too.

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