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  • Autumn sounds uppity to me

    You know, some things never change.

    There are always some folks sitting around thinking of stuff to confuse the rest of us.

    This time of the year some of us call the season fall, ’cause leaves are beginning to fall from the trees.

    Others refer to the changing season as autumn which sounds more uppity to me.

    Regardless of what you call the season, I know it’s on its way. The persimmons falling are sweet and I am trying my level best to keep the possums away.

  • I just don't have as much to talk about

    It never fails. If you are a happily (or unhappily) married man and have been for a number of years, your bride will initiate this conversation during a road trip.

    And if she hasn’t done it yet, don’t worry. It’s coming.

    It goes something like this: “Say something. We’ve gone 200 miles and you haven’t said a single word to me. And don’t tell me you’re quiet from driving and paying attention to the road, either.

  • A basket will put me in business

    Times were tough, but not tough enough for us to give up.

    We were doing without a bunch of stuff at our house, but so were all our neighbors here  and across the nation.

    We had been at war for right at four years.

    Some folks griped, but a lot of smart folks on the “Colossus of the South” with Mr. Grady Cole were telling us that things were going to be better than ever. It was about time, I thought.

  • I'll mow my way to new friends

    It’s been a long time since I jockeyed an infant through busy shopping center or pushed a stroller along a neighborhood sidewalk.

    But it has caused a recent stir.

    I’m amazed at the number of unlikely shoppers who stop and speak to our  great-granddaughter and pass the time with a kind word or two.

    At first, neighbors just glanced away as I nodded my head when we walked past. Now, we get a few waves and smiles. Sometimes, they’ll even walk over to speak.

  • Chicken biz for the birds, bakery

    If downtown Concord, N.C., would have been Lancaster some years ago, we’d have been in trouble. Uncle Harry would have been standing before a judge trying to keep us from getting fined.

    I don’t know if you heard, but they announced Friday morning on the TV news that the elected folks in Concord voted down allowing chickens inside its city limits.

    You know, there was a time when chickens and doughnuts shared a common bond in downtown Lancaster.

    I’m about to explain it.

  • History can wear you out

    It’s a given that I have a very healthy respect for boogers, hobgoblins and ordinary ghosts.

    Since I’m now in southern Maryland a few days each month, I figured I oughta try to learn a little something about this place.

    The town my granddaughter and her family now call home is Lexington Park.

    A little bigger than Rock Hill, its name comes from the Navy aircraft carrier, the USS Lexington, which was sunk by the Japanese in World War II during the Battle of the Coral Sea.

  • I keep my wings in the junk drawer

    Heavens to Betsy, what was that? I only turned my head for a second when I heard the crash of something heavy on our kitchen floor.

    My young great-grandson had managed to pull the “junk” drawer off its runners and bang, to the floor, it tumbled. What a mess.

    That’s probably happened at one time or another at every home in this county.

    I’d wager that just about everybody has a junk drawer.

    It’s OK; we’re supposed to have a place to store discarded stuff that will surely come in handy at some future time.

  • Bridge steers me from trouble

    Remembering the past, unfortunately, isn’t always as much fun as a wagon load of fresh cardboard and a hot backyard construction project just waiting for a young boy’s touch.

    There were some bad times, too, including jail time – that my father, the late Major Evans, saw more than I did when he was county sheriff.

    To me, jail time has to be the worst. I know I don’t want to experience any confinement first hand.

  • Cardboard shortage doesn't ground me

    I’m sorta glad to see more folks hanging onto stuff and making the old new again these days.

    For me, its a reminder of our backyard outbuildings concealed by hedge bushes and such.

    Long before I arrived on the scene, homeowners had horse barns, wagon sheds, storage buildings and various shacks on their property.

    But changing times brought on by automobiles meant that many of those old structures fell into disrepair.

    However, I wasn’t one to neglect anything.

    For me, those old abandoned structures were a saw mill gold mine. 

  • Mr. Dunn knows a bargain for sure

    My sweet tooth was aching. Bless Pete, a big, old Buffalo nickel-sized Baby Ruth candy bar would surely ease the pain.

    I wasn’t financially embarrassed, but I was short on funds. All I had jingling in my pocket was three or four brownies.

    I couldn’t fight off the urge any longer. Mr. James Hinson’s store was up the street past Mr. Hubbard’s place, right across the street from Marion Tennant’s.

    I guess I had to settle for some penny candy bars.