Often, I get agitated by people I call “idiots.”
I don’t have an inclusive definition for what an idiot really is; I just use the word carelessly.
For the next few weeks we will pause from our 1973 novel/memoir to pay tribute to, and walk together down a trail with, our good friend Roy Deering.
I still wrestle with decision-making. I admit that I often don’t make good decisions.
We severely violated our oft-used Oak-Ridge Boy’s “no time for lengthy speeches” motto in our monologue about Mrs. Long.
The thing that has concerned me as I have aged is about forgetting things.
In this regard, there is no comparison between The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself.
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