Seventy first birthday party and musings

  Sometimes the best parties are the ones you throw for yourself so I decided to go to the 34th annual Greek Festival downtown Greenville SC May 18 and imagine they all showed up for me.

    Had to walk a couple football fields after I parked outside the offices of Willimon's Buncombe ST UMC on Richardson Street. Was with a cane and a Walking stick. When I got to entrance line was down the street halfway to Henry's BBQ so I decided people of good will would let a struggling senior in.

   I got to the skewers tent to make sure I was at the right place and looked up where I would be in that line and went there. Some asshole confronted me and said you broke in line to get in and it seems you cant help yourself. I said excuse me I 'll just get behind you as the good folks behind him had no problem. Then I said to Mr. AHole you're gonna vote for Trump aren't you. He said that didnt have anything to do with it. I said it has everything to do with it. He took offense when I asked him if he'd ever accepted Jesus Christ as his Personal Saviour. Then he told me he was an Afghan vet and could kick my ass all over the Festival lot. I asked him if he killed any women and children while he was over there. He told me to shut the Fbomb up.

     I thought the Mother fuddrucker woulda got a clue from my Anton Chigurh tee for the Occasion: " Call it Friendo."

     As an Aside, another day another George Singleton character straight out of his short stories. Aside is the title of George latest, an attempt at non ficition.

    I decided the punk was wasnt worth any further escalation and turned to the nice folks behind me and told them some of Uncle Fremont's best jokes.

     The skewer was good. Also got a greed pizza and a Yuro, thirty four dollars worth of goods.

    There were nicer folks on the grounds including two Bosox Fans with whom I shared the Leon Culberson story--he almost married Aunt Virginia according to family lore--as saved for posterity in David Halberstam's The Teammates. 

     From there  to Judson bookstore on Main. Got a six dollar tee, my last and had a great conversation with an open minded Bob Jones Grad who's husband is going to med school at Duke. And then spoke to a late forty year old who was holding on pretty good and volunteered were you the homecoming queen or first runner up. She gave me a wry no offense taken smile. The face didnt quite live up to the derrierre but I give her an honest 7.5

      On the street out front talked to a woman from Newberry who was in the courthouse for the Pee Wee Gaskins trial but didnt know who Lee Atwater was. And a fellow from St Louis who said the whole Ferguson  mess was only two city blocks on a suburb Main street and the rest of the vicinity was a never mind. Also a fellow there with a great Texaco Cap

       Went by to see my sister who had two Cormac McCarthy books for me, the Passenger and Stella Maris package, and a great chocolate pie almost as good as Mommas.

    So wasnt bad for seventy one. A good day all in all