I got old the other day. I ordered a Glenn Miller tape off television. That's a sure sign the aging process has settled in for good. First of all, if you're not old, why are you still up at the hour they advertise musical tapes from the '40s while you're watching a black and white movie with Stewart Granger or a young Richard Widmark? It's either because you're not sleeping like you used to, or you can't run with the big dogs anymore out there in the neon arena.
I got hooked on baseball standings about the same time I learned to tie my shoes. I would have been about 8. It's embarrassing to admit I didn't learn to tie my shoes until I was 8, but manual dexterity has never been my long suit and as soon as I got out on my own. I never bought another pair of lace-up shoes.
It was all over the Sunday paper about the recruiting of young athletes to play football at large universities in the region. It's that season. Children are snatched away from their mothers' arms back home in Twobit County, and the next thing you know, the Head Coach is saying, "Ol' Dram Bowie from down in Twobit County is the finest prospect I've ever seen."
There are those who would like to see all this come to an end. All this is 90,000 people showing up to see a football game between the University of Georgia and some less prestigious institution of higher education on a beautiful fall Saturday afternoon.
The fourth annual Gnat Days are under way in the hamlet of Camilla located about as far south as you can go in Georgia and still not be in the bordering state of Florida, where the Northern tourist (That's not the way we did it back in Buffalo") is the leading pest.
February 09, 2011|