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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 www.clsnet.org 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.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

McIntyre and Snipes; Passage from Serena

Page 300:

"I heard your preacher was out in his cabbage patch the other evening," Henryson said to STewart. "He must be doing some better."

"He is but he still ain't of a mind to say much. His Aunt got him a funeral to preach over in Cullowee, figured it would cheer him up a bit, but he just shook his head at her."

"Well there aint nothing like somebody laid in the ground to cheer a fellow up," Ross said.

"It used to done him that way," Stewart said. "He told me once the only thing he hated about dying was he wouldn't be around to preach his own funeral."

Snipes eyes were still closed as he spoke.

"That's another example of the duality of man, you're speaking of Stewart. We want what's in this world, but we also want what ain't."

"I don't quite get your meanin," Henryson said to Snipes.

Snipes turned his head a few inches to address Henryson, the foreman's eyelashes fluttering a few moments like insect wings vainly attempting to take flight.

"Well I'm too tuckered to explain it right now."

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