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Born May 18, 1953; got saved at Truett Memorial BC in Hayesville, NC 1959. On rigged ballot which I did not rig got Most Intellectual class of 71, Gaffney High School. Furman Grad, Sociology major but it was little tougher than Auburn football players had Had three dates with beautiful women the summer of 1978. Did not marry any of em. Never married anybody cause what was available was undesirable and what was desirable was unaffordable. Unlucky in love as they say and even still it is sometimes heartbreaking. Had a Pakistani Jr. Davis Cupper on the Ropes the summer of 84, City Courts, Rome Georgia I've a baby sitter, watched peoples homes while they were away on Vacation. Freelance writer, local consultant, screenwriter, and the best damn substitute teacher of Floyd County Georgia in mid 80's according to an anonymous kid passed me on main street a few years later when I went back to get a sandwich at Schroeders. Had some good moments in Collinsville as well. Ask Casey Mattox at if he will be honest about it. I try my best to make it to Bridges BBQ in Shelby NC at least four times a year.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Updated 5-8: The One True Vision/Pemberton's Bride

I read Pemberton's Bride from Ron Rash's Short Story Collection Chemistry yesterday. It's as strong as advertised. If Nanny and Papa were still alive--they worked the sawmills in Connasauga Tn in the 20's-- and Uncle Roy; they woulda said it was just the way it happened or the way they heard it told.
If you got family anywhere within 200 miles of Murphy, North Carolina, Newport, Tenn or Waynesville, get this story. An eagle, Rattlesnakes, murder, arrogance, blade fight; all the sins of the Old Testament and its judgment are in the 30 odd pages.
It's haunting.

From Monday.
“Acipenser fulvescens,” Rudisell said, the Latin uttered slowly as if an incantation. He put the scute back in his pocket and, without further acknowledgment of Meekins’s existence, stepped around the truck and onto the hardtop. Campbell followed with the fishing equipment and Creech came last with the book. It was a slow, dignified procession. They walked westward toward the store, the late-afternoon sun burnishing their cracked and wasted faces. Coming out of the shadows, they blinked their eyes as if dazzled, much in the manner of old-world saints who have witnessed the blinding brilliance of the one true vision.

Ron Rash from his new collection, worth the price. Not only this one above, but the strong one Pemberton's Bride.

And here, another great link from Mother's Day

"hangin on for another day."


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