Been awhile since the old blogster did any damage, but I've been meaning to share this news tidbit from the mountains of east Tennessee.
Names have been changed to protect whomever, but the essential facts of the following, which happened early this summer, are true:
It was a funeral in a small mountain community--let's call it Rockyville. As these occasions go, this service was solemn--up to a point.
The pallbearers--grim and with slicked back hair and sporting a rose in each of their lapels--sat near the open casket listening attentively to the presiding minister's eulogy. No one chewed. No heads sagged. All seemed focused on what the man in the robe had to say about the person lying there in the casket.
Lots of good, positive, uplifting vibes emerged from the minister's mouth concerning what a fine, upstanding person the deceased had been. He had many friends. He had been loved by his family and fellow churchgoers. He had led a good life...
Suddenly, one of the pallbearers burst out: "He'd a had a lot better one if Ben's old dog hadn't bit him!"
True story.
You can't invent this stuff.
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Now that's what you call dog days.
I've missed you Dr. Timbs, and I hope that you are enjoying what is left of this summer.
- Kathleen
Hey Kathleen. Hope it went well for you in Laurens this summer. Thanks for being a loyal reader of my blog!
It has been actually. I've been busy writing for the paper and I love it, almost enough switch over to print but I don't know ;)
Your blog always makes me smile.
Don't discount print so quickly. It has survived in one form or another for thousands of years.
Hello to your dad for me. Look forward to meeting him some day.
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