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A Little Bit Country

I grew up in a country home in the suburbs of America. What I mean is, my parents were both country people, mountain born and bred. However, when they met they were living in the city, and continued to live in urban or suburban environments for the rest of their lives. When they married they were both living in Richmond, Va. That’s where they stayed, and that’s where I grew up. We lived in a northside residential area known as Lakeside, average family dwellings, but with no lake. Our upbringing (by “our” I mean myself, my sister and my brother) was in many ways typically suburban and middle class. But there was a difference…

You see, though living near the city, my parents never became completely citified. Oh, they probably appeared that way to the kinfolk still living back in Bacon Hollow or near Buck Mountain. But the truth is they never lost their country ways, not really. That is the reason I grew up eating and acting and thinking “countrified” in a lot of ways. Continue reading

O Dem Biscuits and Gravy!

This little treatise is offered somewhat (but only somewhat) tongue-in-cheek… with a bit of corn bread stuck in that cheek also… Originally written in 2004, the verity of the content remains constant and should be heeded by all lovers of truth (and good eatin’)!

My wife, Sue, and I have a very good friend. Her name is Bern, short for Bernadette. Indeed, she is such a good friend that she has graciously and kindly opened her home to us during this time in our lives. (We are currently house hunting.) Bern is a devout Christian, who loves the Lord deeply and is serious about her commitment to serve Him. However, there is a secret sin in her life — an iniquity and transgression that is so odious, so reprehensible, so offensive that, well, it truly pains me to divulge it. But divulge it I must. The truth demands it. Common sense and moral decency require it. It must come out!  Continue reading