I buried probably, like, a million birds as a child.
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I don't know of a southern household that doesn't own a pair of binoculars or have a jar of Blue Plate mayonnaise in the refrigerator. So, this is going to be a disappointing blog, in part, because my house has neither. Ok, well maybe a thimbleful is left of the mayonnaise. Ms. Frankie, the sweetest neighbor I had while growing up, God love her, thought it was because people really liked to look at the birds, that's why they all had binoculars...and that anything other than Blue Plate was sacrilege. She had a pair, herself, but they sat on the mantle after her husband died and...
Endangered species: Men who snap their fingers.
I saw something rather unusual today. Actually, it was no less than ten minutes ago.
I was walking, taking a short cut to my very dull office, via the library; it's close to my office on campus. And also, I have several several friends who work in the library, so I was anticipating speaking to one or two of them, namely Amanda, who is my best friend.
And so that's what I did, and I spoke to her for a few minutes, begged her to bring me some lunch (on Mondays and Fridays I get...
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