Fellow Gardeners

28 01 2012


A Story About Not Writing A Story

14 09 2011

I never figured I’d be sitting here writing a little story about NOT writing little stories, but then I never figured I’d be writing about half the things I end up writing about anyways…For instance, I never figured on writing a little story explaining why I didn’t really fall asleep lying down in the middle of the road to Borden Springs at 4 o’clock in the morning…..:-)  Or a little story about bribing an Israeli Army patrol with basketball tickets to a championship game for not “detaining me for my own good” when I was traveling with the Bedouins in the Sinai Desert….Or even writing a little story about having an ambulance and the police over for a visit cause while I was trying to swat a fly with my hand, I broke out the window in our kitchen and nearly bled to death…:-) But I sure did write those little stories and sometimes when I go back and read them myself I don’t know what’s harder for me to believe, that I did some of those crazy things to begin with or that after doing them I wrote about them and then posted them on the internet……:-)

But this little story today is about why I haven’t been writing my little stories and maybe it’ll be a little less embarrassing than some of my other little stories, I mean it couldn’t be more embarrassing…..:-) You see fellow gardeners I haven’t been writing my usual little stories everyday here lately cause to tell you the truth I ain’t felt like it. Not cause I’m so sick I can’t even physically sit in front of a computer and write or anything like that…..Or not cause I got writer’s block or something…..Cause when you’ve been doing goofy things like I have just about everyday for nearly 60 years and you’ve only been writing about them for a few months well running out of things to write about ain’t one of my problems…..:-)

But to tell the God’s honest truth fellow gardeners, I ain’t been writing little stories here lately simply cause I just ain’t felt like writing at all!! I’m not sure what’s wrong with me medically, that’s what I been running around to all these doctors offices here lately for.  They know I’m anemic but the question is why. I’ve had so many pictures taken of me here lately I’m starting to feel sympathy for Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt being tired of having their pictures taken every time they turn around. You see fellow gardeners here lately I’ve had so many CAT scans and X-rays and now they want me to do something called a PET scan, that I’m afraid I’m going to start to glow in the dark like a Lightning Bug……:-)

To be on the safe side until they do figure out why I’m so anemic and to help me build up my blood the doctors have put me on iron tablets and my wife now makes me eat enough spinach now to make even Popeye The Sailor jealous. When Linda told me that one serving of shrimp contained 15% of your daily iron requirements, well I decided the best thing for me to do is to eat a pound of shrimp everyday cause Lord have mercy I love shrimp!! So now I’ve eaten so many shrimp cocktails smothered in hot horseradish sauce here lately that not only do I glow in the dark like a flowering Moonflower Vine from all the X-rays and CAT scans I’ve taken but my body is starting to put off massive amounts of heat from all of that horseradish sauce I been ingesting ……:-)

But one thing I know for sure is anemia ain’t good for writing little stories or weeding in your garden or watering your containers and flower beds or even a simple thing like deadheading your daises for that matter….Why I’ve even fallen down on my main job which is to keep the dishwasher loaded with any dirty dishes at all times…Cause you can’t ever tell when somebody is going to drop by and for my own “health” it’s better I open the front door for them only wearing my underwear than have somebody come walking through the kitchen with even one dirty dish in the sink……:-)

And what I really want to tell you right now is that I kinda feel like I been letting some of you folks down by not writing…..Cause some of you fellow gardeners who keep up with my little stories might feel like well I used to drop by your house everyday for a nice visit and then one day I just quit coming over for no apparent reason and never said why and that’s why I’m writing this little story today……Does that make sense? Please tell me it does cause I’m getting too tired to go back and rewrite it again…….:-)

Now on a nice day like today I’d usually be outside piddling in the garden from morning till night and then coming in and writing about either what I did in the garden that day or some fool thing I did 30 years ago..:-) But I’ll tell you again fellow gardeners I just ain’t felt like writing about anything and that’s the truth. The absolute truth coming from a person we both know is the biggest liar you’ve ever known, ME…..:-)

Paul From Alabama


I Become A “Real” Writer

1 09 2011

I Become A "Real Writer"

It was only yesterday, well Wednesday actually, I remember it well. I was a happy but serious gardener, a good husband, an obedient son. I was a good law biding citizen too, paid my bills and my taxes, didn’t drink really, no drugs anymore, I’d given up playing stud poker up in the mountains years ago. I stay close to home now most of the time, piddling in my garden, reading a good book every now and then.

I also read 2 Israeli newspapers online everyday to keep up with what’s going on in the Middle East. I keep up with the news over there cause I keep waiting on peace to break out and I wait and I wait and I wait and, well I’m still waiting…. I read the New York Times online so I know what the folks in middle America think, what they’re reading, the average American, you know folks who live on Long Island whose average income is around $2,000,000 a year and who pay less taxes than I do….:-)

I read the Washington Post online cause ever since their reporters broke the Watergate story and got the best of “Tricky” Dick Nixon, well let’s just say that anybody who could get the best of Nixon must be doing something right, I mean the didn’t call Nixon “Tricky” for nothing…..;-)

I also enjoy reading several technology websites so as to keep up with the latest in high tech. The latest electronic toys that are always making our lives better and easier and happier. Happier, like when I read that the new computer I bought just last week is already out of date and useless and won’t run any of the “new” software that was just released yesterday…..:-)

I read the Anniston Star so I know what’s happening state wide and locally. If any law maker is taking bribes from gambling interests I want to be the first to know about it.  And when our law makers actually do something that is actually for the public good, I want to be the first to know about that too…..:-) When many our area civic organizations and charities do something to help others in need I like to read about that, it always restores my faith in human nature. In Alabama we got a lot of civic organizations and charities that do a whole lot of good….

And I like to keep up with what’s going on with the Anniston City Council, cause all the Saturday Night Live episodes are reruns now and I’ve seen them all before but the Anniston City Council meetings are always new, always different and always funnier than anything on Saturday Night Live since John Belushi died…. :-)

Myself , I’m a blogger of little stories about gardening and small town life. My little stories aren’t great literature by any means but I enjoy writing them. And they’re posted here on my self published blog, where if folks want to read them they can. And it always makes me happy to know someone, anyone has taken the time to read one and if they didn’t want to read them, well they wouldn’t have to even know I had written them if they didn’t visit my blog online.

I guess you’re wondering why I haven’t mentioned the Piedmont Journal yet. My hometown newspaper, the newspaper I’ve read faithfully and always enjoyed for over 50 years now and always encouraged others to read too….You see like I said up until Wednesday I was a happy person. Piddling in my garden, always planning something new for our garden with my wife Linda, writing goofy little stories here on my blog everyday for my friends. You see my readers are my friends or at least I like to think of them as such….Yes I had a good life till Wednesday, but now, now all of that is over, KAPUT…. And just let me tell you why, why that is…..Let me tell you here and now…..:-)

That little sneak Eddie Burkhalter, who I always thought was a really talented as well as ethical writer/ journalist for the Piedmont Journal. Ethical that is till yesterday’s Piedmont Journal came out. Eddie Burkhalter who was supposed to be my “friend”. My friend till yesterday’s Piedmont Journal came out. Yes fellow gardeners, THAT Eddie Burkhalter. The guy who published one of my little stories in the Piedmont Journal yesterday and that for all intents and purposes will end my simple but happy life FOREVER….:-)…..I just know it…..

They’ll be no more staying close to home. I can see it now, I’ll be away from home almost all the time, constantly doing speaking engagements. Reading excerpts of my little stories for all the adoring fans I’ll have now all across Calhoun County. Autographing the article that folks have torn out of the Piedmont Journal for me to sign…:-)

And before you know it the Anniston Star will start publishing my little stories too. My little stories will be published right next to what happened at the last Anniston City Council meeting, nobody will think my little stories are that funny anymore compared to what’s going on with the Anniston City Council….:-)

Then the New York Times will start publishing my little stories. They’ll want me to compile all my little stories into a book. I’ll have to go up there for book signings, more speaking engagements. I’ll probably end up reciting some of my little stories at Carnegie Hall… I’ll for sure win this years Pulitzer Prize….:-)

And then, then at some trendy little bookstore in New York City’s Lower East Side I’ll probably meet a rich good looking 30 year old woman who’s already been married 4 times and I’ll probably end up having an affair with her. I’ll end up losing my wife and my garden too…Lord I’ll lose all my coneflowers and my old fashioned climbing roses. My wife will marry again and some other man, a total stranger will be deadheading my roses before the ink is even dry on my divorce papers…:-)

I’ll start drinking heavily. I probably wreck my car on the way to receive an award from the Washington Post for having the most popular column in their newspaper since the days Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward wrote about the Watergate Break In…:-) I’ll be known as that “drunken Jewish redneck writer from Piedmont, Alabama”……The New York Times and the Washington Post will both drop my columns, no more little stories published. They’ll take back my Pulitzer Prize like they took away the Presidency from Nixon…I’ll be ruined. I’ll be finished. I’ll be the most unhappy person in America. My lovely wife gone, my garden gone, some nitwit stranger taking care of my roses and my wife….:-) My friends won’t talk to me anymore, nobody will want to read my little stories about gardening and small town life….And why?

I’ll tell you why fellow gardeners….All because of  that sneaky Eddie Burkhalter. He’s the one who asked me if it was alright to publish my little story about the Mill Village Reunion in yesterday’s Piedmont Journal. If I’d only known last week what I know now about what being a REAL WRITER is, well I’d have never let him publish my little story in the Piedmont Journal. I’d have never told him, “yea sure Eddie, thanks so much, I really appreciate it. I’m sure tickled you’re going to publish my little story in the Piedmont Journal. I don’t even know what to say”…..

Well fellow gardeners I’ll tell you now what I’d say…..I’d have looked that sneaky Eddie Burkhalter right in the eye and said, “Write your own little story Eddie Burhalter!!! Write you own little story about the Mill Village Reunion and have it published in the Piedmont Journal. You lose your wife and family. You get arrested for drunk driving on the way to get your Pulitzer Prize…..Not me, no way, I’m a happily married man, a good son, a good citizen, I don’t drink, I don’t gamble and there ain’t no way I’m letting some nitwit stranger deadhead my roses……..:-) You wanna be a REAL WRITER? Then you write your own little story…..:-)

Paul From Alabama


Of course most everything I wrote above is big lie. Well most everything……:-) I do read all them newspapers online and I do subscribe and read the Piedmont Journal and the Anniston Star and have ever since I can remember…..The lying part is about me being anything but grateful to Eddle Burkhalter of the Piedmont Journal. He was nice enough to read and then publish my little story about attending the Mill Village Reunion and I sure appreciate it and want to thank him from both Linda and myself….While I’m at it I wanted to thank Bob and Diane Murphy for inviting Linda and me to the reunion in the first place. It was an honor to attend with all the folks I met there. The usual folks you meet at things like that. The folks that do so much for our community all the time. The ones who when asked to do something always volunteer. The ones who like I said who were and are the “heart” of our town….

One little aside before I go. When I walked into the room upstairs at the “Y” and saw all them people from the Mill or Mill Village I thought to myself, “I reckon these folks are wondering just what I’m doing here at a reunion for the Mill Villiage. Lord have mercy what am I going to say when someone asks me what I had to do with the Mill or the Mill Village” and then it hit me. I decided to go all the way. I just walked to the first group of folks I saw talking together when I got inside and said without even saying hello first, “its so nice to be here, you know I was one of the big bosses at the Mill for a good many years.” and for one second nobody said a word and then everyone just burst out laughing and I felt much easier and right at home, just like I really had been a big boss at the Mill. Good Lord fellow gardeners, I’m such a liar……:-)

Paul From Alabama

Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

27 08 2011

As I’ve said before I really like Mark Twain and I could really empathize with him and with his now famous quote that depending on who you ask went something like this, “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated”….I always thought that was a funny line but never more than today when I went to the reunion at the “Y” for folks from the Mill Village.

The reunion was just like I thought it’d be, lots of fun. Lots of reminiscing, great stories, lots of happy faces and enough good food to feed most of the football players and coaches in the SEC….:-) Some of the faces I knew but didn’t know the names to put with them but even as “shy” as I usually am I made it my business to ask who they were and introduce myself. I usually introduce myself  like this, “I’m Ralph Daniels brother”…That way if they don’t remember me or if they do and didn’t care for me much back when and might not even now, well everybody liked Ralph cause he was such a good basketball player. Of course I’m 62 years old now and I’m still using my brother’s accomplishments as a coverup for my past let us say “shortcomings” and I know fellow gardeners that it’s kinda childish to do it but I also know it works……:-)

Anyways I saw some folks I hadn’t seen in awhile and some of them I hadn’t seen since I used to see them walk in and out of  the mill years ago…Some folks I met today I’d heard about from stories about the Mill or the Mill Village from other folks but hadn’t met them personally before and it was nice to meet them now and put faces with stories. As usual I met some folks that even if I didn’t know they’re names, I knew what of kind of car they used to drive 30, 40, even 50 years ago. You see I may forget a face, I forget a name, but  I never forget a car, which might seem unbelievable to some of you fellow gardeners, it certainly puzzled some of the folks whose cars I remembered but had  to admit I’d completely forgotten their names…..:-)

I saw Charlene Glover, one of my favorite teachers who was the Master of Ceremonies of sorts today and called us all to attention to listen to Jimmy Marshall sing a song about the Mill and the Mill Village he wrote especially for the reunion. Now Charlene Glover did something I hadn’t seen her do in years and it tickled me to no end when she did it. She wanted quiet, she wanted our attention and buddy she got it…She didn’t even need to use a paddle which Derrick Evans suggested that she use if she felt she needed it to get our “attention”. It was like being in her class again after all these years, I tell you what it was fellow gardeners, it was a sure nuff treat for me…..

Well Jimmy’s song was just great and Jimmy has a great voice. He’s got a voice that’s just right for the kind of songs he sings and that’s a wonderful thing for a musician to have I think…..And Jimmy is not just a singer but a song writer, a musician and more than that he’s an entertainer, entertains folks when he plays and sings and entertains them just when he’s being Jimmy…

Oh and I finally met Jim Simmons. He lived not a block from the mill and I know where he lived cause every time we drove by his house when I was a young man my granny would always say, “that’s where Jim Simmons lives” He played football at the University of Alabama which around here is just about as good as being the first man to step foot on the moon but when you play for the University of Alabama nobody forgets your name, nobody. Can you name the first man who stepped foot on the moon? See what I mean?…..:-) I told him I saw him play football when he was in high school. My uncle used to take me to what they called the Turkey Bowl. A  high school championship game that Piedmont played in regularly when they had players the likes of Jim Simmons, Thomas Bible and Carlton Rankin….I didn’t even feel weird going up to Mr. Simmons and introducing myself and telling him about seeing him play all them years ago with my Uncle and how much I had always admired him, you see my granny would have been as proud of me for doing that, as proud as she was of Jim Simmons for being such a great football player and fine young man. He thanked me for coming over and telling him about seeing him play in the championship game and I started to thank him for not asking me if was Ralph Daniels brother but decided to leave well enough alone……..:-)

I saw some other folks I knew, C.T. Mobley. I always tell folks that C.T. is the only man I ever knew that was smiling every time I ever saw him and he didn’t disappoint me today either, he was smiling from ear to ear. I never in my whole life saw such a happy man.

I was sitting and drinking some sweet ice tea when I overheard somebody ask what “Meatball’s” name was, his first name. Every one in Piedmont knows his nickname and his last name too I reckon but only a “special few” know his real name and I was proud to interrupt and tell them I couldn’t help overhearing their conversation but “Meatball’s” real name was Terry……:-) I felt like I’d just told somebody I knew Minnesota Fats by his first name  (One of the great pool players of all time) or the Cincinnati Kid (One of the best fictional stud card players of all time) by his first name cause for me “Meatball” really was the Minnesota Fats and the Cincinnati Kid all rolled into one, well one “Meatball”……:-)

Like I said before it was a lot of fun and Linda and I had a great time. I heard all about the whistle at the mill and I finally found out what the “dog wagon” was, it was the food cart of sorts that went around on every shift at a certain time that had sandwiches, fresh sandwiches made right here in town. Not sandwiches in a machine that had enough preservatives in them to keep Pharaoh Ramses 3,000 year old mummified body looking like Brad Pitt’s does today….:-) Oh before I forget it let me tell you about the “reports of my death being greatly exaggerated”….:-)

Now I met somebody else who I’d not seen in a long time, someone I always loved dearly cause she was so sweet and kind. And because she was always so sweet and kind and I ain’t going to embarrass her here by telling you her name. Now what I’m going to tell you might or might not embarrass her but I ain’t taking no chances. I’ll tell anything on myself but I’d hate to tell something on somebody else and embarrass them. As for me? Well with the life I’ve led, I’m beyond embarrassment…..:-) So here goes.

I start talking to her and I get the feeling that she either doesn’t know exactly who I am or if she does she ain’t sure its me cause she thinks I’m DEAD…..:-) She said as much to me cause she said, “It wasn’t your brother Paul who died?”….:-) Well right away I see she thinks I’m Ralph and that Paul which is me is now dead and even more than dead I’m deceased…..:-) Well she says she was sorry she didn’t know who I was exactly but I could tell  she was still not sure if I was Paul cause she still thought I, Paul (me) was dead. Finally I asked her jokingly if she was disappointed that I was still alive and when I did she laughed so hard I just figured  everything was OK no matter what she thought or who she thought I was……Dead or Alive……:-) But it was still nice to know that the “reports of my death had been greatly exaggerated”……:-)

Next year they’re going to have another reunion and I hope we get invited to that one too….and this time I wish our Master of Ceremonies, Mrs.Charlene Glover, will just get our attention, quiet us all down and pass the microphone around to every person that wants to share either something they liked the most about the Mill or the Mill Village or maybe something they miss the most or something that meant the most to them, either about the mill, the Mill Village or any of the nice folks who lived around there or worked there. That would be a real treat….

And I’ll be there fellow gardeners, cause it was a great time seeing everyone today and it’ll even better next year I bet. I’ll be there. I’ll be there no matter how exaggerated the reports of my death are……Why I might even show up as my brother Ralph…..:-)

Paul From Alabama

The Heart Of A Town

26 08 2011

Fellow gardeners two things I can promise you, one I ain’t going to ask you if it’s HOT enough for you, I been outside just checking on everything and it’s HOT enough for me and I bet it’s HOT enough for you too……:-) And two, I ain’t going to put together a hurricane emergency kit today or tomorrow or well anytime soon…..:-)

I been holed up today switching between the Weather Channel, CNN, FoxNews and MSNBC following every update, every gust of wind, every drop of rain, every change of storm track of Hurricane Irene…..I’ve been watching it so much and so closely that I’m starting to call my wife “Irene” instead of Linda…..:-) I keep hearing about a foot or more of rain falling, wind gusts of 110 mph and a storm surge that going to flood roads, beaches and everything else. Now I ain’t making light of what’s going on now with Hurricane Irene to my neighbors to the north cause it’s serious business for sure….

And I imagine it’s going to be about as bad as they’re saying though I hope they’re all wrong, all of them. Jim Cantore, Andrea Mitchell, Wolf Blitzer and Max Mayfield, the hurricane expert of all time and everyone else I’ve heard from today and yesterday and will hear from tonight and tomorrow and Sunday….But I’m afraid they’re not going to be too awful off target as to what them folks are in for up north….I reckon I’m hanging in there with all them folks in the path of Hurricane Irene and all them talking heads on TV talking about Hurricane Irene till she finally passes over Nova Scotia and is threatening Iceland and whatever is above Iceland…..:-)

But when I listen to the news on the TV all day about floods and rain and winds and storm surge and all I see when I went outside just now is my plants wilting in the sun, not a wisp of a wind and rain? Rain? Are you kidding me?…..I can’t hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and eroding the beaches cause when I walk on the grass in my backyard all I hear is crunching of the grass under my feet…..:-) It’s just weird fellow gardeners. Weird immersing myself in everything to do with Hurricane Irene when in reality the chances of Hurricane Irene impacting me over here on Second Avenue are pretty slim at best….

No matter though I’m going to keep watching Hurricane Irene updates and imagining rain and wind and storm surge even as I see the temperature gauge close in on a 100 degrees on the back porch and the wind gauge not even twitch a little bit and the rain gauge? I don’t even call it a “rain” gauge anymore, I just refer to it as “that thing over there”……:-)

But I’m thinking I’ll let the talking heads make it on their own for a few hours tomorrow. You see they’re having a reunion tomorrow at the “Y” and Linda and I were fortunate enough to be invited and we’re really looking forward to it. Folks getting together to celebrate everything to do with the Mill Village here in Piedmont.

We used to have a cotton mill here in Piedmont called Standard, Coosa, Thatcher and before that I think it was called Coosa Manufacturing and like a lot of mills in the south and elsewhere a community grew up around it, homes, stores and schools…..I reckon the Cotton Mill, the people who worked there and their families were as close as anything to being the “heart” of the town….I know I always thought of them as that….When I was a kid and worked in my families clothing store (I use the word “work” loosely though) I remember seeing lots of the folks who worked in the mill come in and trade with my folks….I got to know who was who, and what shift they worked.

I always thought of the Cotton Mill as this big humming machine inside a big brick building that covered several blocks of our small town….You see I had to use my imagination cause I never even walked inside the Mill, never even peaked in a door or a window, though I wish I had now…The main thing I remember about the Mill other than all the folks who worked  in the there and their families who came in my folks store was when I started “going to town”. Circling the Dairy King and Coffee Cup in your car was “going to town”. And when you’d head to the Dairy King you’d ride by the Mill and when you did you might see the shift change and if you did you’d see all the folks crossing the street to get to their cars to go home after their shift was over or you’d see them crossing the street from the parking lot to the Mill to begin their shifts, either way you stopped your car and waited till all the folks had crossed the street….You stopped and waited out of respect….

I know lots of folks miss the Mill, the city administration does, I reckon they miss the taxes the Mill paid into the city, the Mill was a valuable economic part of our town… And the owners of the stores in town miss the Mill too, I reckon they miss all the folks who worked at the Mill who shopped at their stores.

But I miss the Mill cause I miss the beating “heart” of the town…..I miss the humming machines inside that big brick building I never even saw inside of….I miss the folks who I stopped for who were crossing the street to go to work to earn money to send their kids to college or buy them a car and just to buy the necessities of life. I surely do miss the people who lived in the Mill Village and worked in the Mill for so many years and I miss everything they were to this town….You see every town like every person has to have a “heart” and it’s a shame Piedmont lost its “heart” when the Mill closed and it’s never been the same since….

I don’t mean it’s “dead” cause it lost it’s “heart”e cause it isn’t…And I don’t mean that Piedmont isn’t a good town now or that it won’t be even better in future, but it’ll never be the same for sure…..I reckon I just mean fellow gardeners that I miss the Mill, the Mill Village and the folks who worked in the Mill and their families and who were the lifeblood of this town for a long, long time…..They were the “heart” of this town….

Paul From Alabama


Now I re-read my little story just now I got the feeling that you might get the feeling I was saying that everyone that worked in the Mill or that lived in the Mill Village on the day the Mill closed just disappeared like a magician makes a shapely, scantily clad woman disappear out of a box she just stepped into on stage, not hardly that fellow gardeners….:-) You see they’ll be all kinds of folks that still live in the Mill Village or used to live there coming to the reunion tomorrow at the “Y”. The children or grandchildren or even great grandchildren of folks who either worked in the Mill or lived in the Mill Village will be there…..And they’ll all be getting together tomorrow to share a good meal and reminisce about when the Mill and the Mill Village were the “heart” of this town…..I can’t wait till tomorrow to hear all the stories ….And on the way to the “Y” tomorrow to go to the Mill Village reunion, when I get to the cross walk in front of the old Mill I’m going to stop for a moment…Stop out of RESPECT….

Paul From Alabama

Real Loss

25 08 2011

‘Morning fellow gardeners.  I started to write something this morning about how I was losing a couple of my ‘Becky’ daises inexplicably to what looked like lack of water but a check of the ground around the crowns of the plants late yesterday didn’t seem to match my diagnosis. To tell you the truth fellow gardeners. the loss of a couple of daises kinda went by the wayside this morning as I read the account of the shooting of  Anniston, Alabama police officer Justin Sollohub. The senselessness of  the shooting, the loss for his family, his friends,  his fellow police officers and the loss for the community - I tell you the more I read about him and what kind of man he was, the sadder and angrier it made me.

Like those Seals who died on that downed chopper in Afghanistan here  while back, the loss of folks who want to and do so much for the rest of us, to keep us safe and secure, do it everyday, day after day, well it kinda takes the breath out of you. I tell you fellow gardeners, when you read about the senseless killing of this police officer, well I just don’t know sometimes. Then you read about the life of this officer, and you do know, you  know now that the community has suffered a loss that is irreplaceable.

That police officer like those Seals  lost on that chopper in Afghanistan kinda remind me of the title of that book that was on the best seller list for so long here awhile back ‘The Greatest Generation” or the title of that other book “The Best And The Brightest”.  I reckon I got the loss of this officer and other officers shot in the line of duty, other young men and women in our Armed Forces who are in harms way right now in places like Afghanistan and Iraq and other places we don’t even know of, I reckon I just got all them folks on my mind this morning.

So I’m going to ease on out in the yard in a few minutes and see what’s going on with my daises but I’m going to be thinking about the loss of Officer Justin Sollohub and all the other men and women whose  jobs put them in harms way so life can be better and more secure for the rest of us.

I’ll be shaking my head as I’m piddling around the garden this morning, shaking my head at the tragic loss of such a fine man in the line of duty. I remember the day I read about all the Navy Seals dying that day thousands of miles from Piedmont to make sure I was safe here and now I’m thinking about Officer Sollohub being shot and brain dead.  Shot just 25 miles away, shot so senselessly trying to protect the lives and property of the citizens of Anniston and Calhoun County.

Well fellow gardeners I reckon this morning I won’t be too worried about the loss of a few daises, I’ll be thinking about REAL LOSS… The  REAL LOSS of Officer Sollohub and other folks just like him. Like I said, REAL LOSS.

Paul From Alabama

Are You Crazy?

23 08 2011

The question is “Are You Crazy?”

I went out on the porch just now to write a little story. I put my computer down on the table, turned on the fan, sat down and starting thinking about what I might write about today and it hit me like a ton of bricks….I knew almost immediately what I needed to say today……..

Ready fellow gardeners? OK….

It’s entirely too hot to sit out here on the porch and write anything…..What inspired this revelation? The oppressive heat mainly. And with the fan blowing it reminded me of what they called a Hamsin or Sharav in the Sinai Desert, a hot, hot wind that blows off the sands and will take your breath away….It’s taking my breath away right now……:-)

Paul From Alabama


Oh by the way fellow gardeners, I forgot to answer the question “Are you crazy?”  The answer is, “I might be crazy but I ain’t stupid enough to sit out here on the back porch and type anymore about anything…….:-)

See you tomorrow…….:-)

Paul From Alabama


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