Native Crossvillian Barnes and Noble selection for June
Don Gregory of the Crossville, Alabama High School class of 72 is a Barnes and Noble June selection for his book Jungvolk. I have blogged about his book before and have a link. Search is not hard.
This is breaking news; just wanted to get it out there.
Most Saturday mornings he has a Stand at Trade Day in Collinsville.
Big Congratulations to Don, a Physics Proff at UAH.
PS; I do not have him on the record, but I doubt he would be part of the crowd that has banned me from the Collinsville Public Lyberry for eternity; nor would my friend Gaynor, whose son joined me in an appreciation of the quarterly, Oxford American Magazine.
The former Mayor's Wife got it right, made a nails on assessment.
I digressed.
Major congrats to Gregory. He is going to Boston and infinity and beyond with this book.
Very proud of him.
Maybe he can arrange an invitation for me to a book signing in Collinsville if the catering is routine.
This is breaking news; just wanted to get it out there.
Most Saturday mornings he has a Stand at Trade Day in Collinsville.
Big Congratulations to Don, a Physics Proff at UAH.
PS; I do not have him on the record, but I doubt he would be part of the crowd that has banned me from the Collinsville Public Lyberry for eternity; nor would my friend Gaynor, whose son joined me in an appreciation of the quarterly, Oxford American Magazine.
The former Mayor's Wife got it right, made a nails on assessment.
I digressed.
Major congrats to Gregory. He is going to Boston and infinity and beyond with this book.
Very proud of him.
Maybe he can arrange an invitation for me to a book signing in Collinsville if the catering is routine.
posted by foxofbama | 3:58 PM
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Good singing at the Sacred Harp yesterday:
While I have these lyrics near at hand, wanted to share:
73t Cusseta
Tune: John Massengale, 1844
Words: Erhart Hegenwalt & J. C. Jacabi, 1524
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Show pity, Lord, Oh Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?
My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The pow’r and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound;
So let Thy pard’ning love be found.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov’ring ’round Thy word
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
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