Most days, when it's cool, he'll get out and putter up and down our road visiting the neighbors which include our mayor Mozella and her peeps. The three of them, my mother included, are walking...if very slowly..history books of life on this farm. Mr. Brandon who grew up here is the other historian. There's a tiny little graveyard set to the front of his yard that I used to visit as a child. As an adult, I fell straight down the hill and TORE my freakin' hamstring while BG and I were exploring. Scared the crap outta that poor child! Fortunately she was old enough to drive me home. The entire left side of my body from the pelvis down turned black and purple. Scary stuff. It took about three months to regain complete mobility and after that I had a whole lot more respect for athletes who pull that kinda stunt.
It's almost "football time in Tennessee" which means the orange and white stuff is coming out of the closets where it's been stored since January. The kudzu bar is not officially under new management and the plans are to make it more sports bar kinda friendly so that you don't have to
Happy monday eve ya'll. See you at the sawmill if not before.