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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.

Monday, September 12, 2011

What is The Soul of a Man/GHS Class of 1971

One of Scorcese's Blues Singers, Maybe Blind Willie, asks the question in the PBS series few years ago. Great Series. Here is Pulitzer Marilynne Robinson stab at it on page 197 of Gilead.
My 40th High School Reunion coming up in Gaffney, S.C. I'm from Gaffney
Couldn't be Prouder
And if you can't hear me
I'll say it a little louder.

Our Class President Tom Jones has set up a website and were at about 30 per cent participation now. Here is my thought for us and you as well

From Gilead:

..." For Who among men knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of the man which is within him."? In every important way we are such secrets from each other, and I do believe that there is a separate language in each of us, also a separate jurisprudence. Every single one of us is a little civilization built on the ruins of any number of preceding civilizations, but with our own variant notions of what is beautiful and what is acceptable--which, I hasten to add, we generally do not satisfy and by which we struggle to live. We take fortuitous resemblance among us to be actual likeness, because those around us have also fallen heir to the same customs, trade in the same coin, acknowledge, more or less, the same notions of decency and sanity. But all that realy just allows us to coexist with the inviolable, untraversable, and utterly vast spaces between us.

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