Tim, Shelby and I join with Tom Jones from the 25th's 3rd Brigade at the Wall, shortly after the Veteran Day ceremonies.







The group at Trinity University in DC who invited me to speak.




Not the best photo, taken with my cell phone but this has to be the biggest doggone scarecrow I've ever seen and it's in Gordon's neighborhood.

Today Lanny invited Gordon and me out to lunch at Cracker Barrel, naturally. I had the vegetable plate. Which out west would have consisted of hummus, sundried tomatoes and carrots but here meant I ate fried okra, turnip greens and green beans. I prefer the souther version, but not a steady diet of it.
Gordon told Lanny that we went up to Don Ault's yesterday and then I mentioned Eva Jean and Lanny told us he knew her. Then he proceeded to tell the story of how Eva Jean once got into a land dispute with the church that bordered her property upon on Drake Mountain. So to settle the dispute, guess what Eva Jean did? Yep. She strapped on that set of pistols and that red mmmakini and strutted her stuff into the House of the Lord, to settle matters. I can't believe Dolly Parton hasn't written a song about Eva Jean yet. Seems like every man in the Cumberland Plateau has seen Eva Jean in that red mmmmakini at one time or another. Maybe if we sent Eva Jean into Iraq this war would've ended a long time ago.
I should mention that we were joined at lunch by Gary, who works at the local bank. He, in fact, bought the lunch and was very congenial, despite having the share his meal with us.
Afterwards, Gordon and I ran over to the nursing home to see Mr. & Mrs. Campbell. She fell and broke her pelvis back in October and has been waylaid ever since. She blamed the fall on a sleeping pill that "addled me." I'm happy to report that she is looking much better and hopes to go home next week.
When we got home, I had the pleasure of bathing Butterbean in a bath of baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and Dawn soap, to get the stink of a skunk out. Butterbean is smelling good but these wet jeans of mine smell like Butterbean used to. I told Gordon Pam was going to bring Butterbean in the house and put me out.