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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.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A Christmas Memory

     This one won't rank with John Grisham or Ron Singleton and its cloudy. But the ones between 5 and 10 are the ones than seem to universally stand out.

   For me it was in Hayesville, North Carolina. Don't remember if Aunt Jean and Uncle came up from Collinsville but they did come up one year and had a train set for me.---my Sister, I visit their house and they are good to take me in these last several years just made a Honey boo boo announcement. You could put a little pill in the smokestack and you got the smokin engine effect. Had a styrofoam tunnel.

    But got my first bicycle in Hayesville. It was a Sunday. Couldn't ride till after Church. So I hit the door soon as the Amen on the Benediction was said and rode up the sidewalk toward Dr. Padgett's house before Lunch.

   Vivid memory....Fast forward sixty years later,or almost in my 60th year now. My youngest nephew is 13 now. Waitin on him to come out of John Shelp's house and we're walkin up to see Ben and Lydia.

    I think Uncle Jack Helton got some firecrackers once up on Walden's Creek in 1912


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