I hear your laments, Louis.  I, too, have noticed a decline in the hits on the web-site.  It's entirely possible that most of the recent ones were me checking to see if anything new had been added.  I had also concluded that no one was sending you their stories--which is disappointing.  Maybe this journal page will stir some interest in contributions. 

Here are a couple recent events in my life which revolves around my children and grandchildren here in the Shoals area:

Two weeks ago, Alex directed "The Odd Couple" at the Zodiac with a female cast.  Neil Simon also wrote this version, and it was a riot.  Of course Alex cast himself in a bit part as a person from Spain who along with his brother lived in the same apartment complex.  I forget just how talented he is until I google his name (Click Here) and read interviews he has conducted and see the figures he has sculpted, most of which I got to help him move into his new house.

A couple of months ago, Tucker my grandson from Russellville had a singing part in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" at the Princess in Decatur.  He sang "Candy Man" as he did a soft shoe dance.  I was so proud of him, heck Sammy Davis, Jr. would have been proud of him.

The Newborn Commission on Cherry Bombs has uncovered startling new evidence.  In a recent conversation with Carroll White, he confessed to me that it was, in fact, he who lit the Cherry Bomb that Ron Pace originally reported.  As twins often do, he shamelessly allowed Clay to receive the blame. This new insight would lend itself to a "Two Cherry Bombs" theory.  The other one being the one I witnessed thrown by Billy Wix.  I rest my case.

Talking about yourself and your trips reminds me of one of the best put-downs that I've had pulled on me.  It came from a machinist that worked for me at Reynolds.  I was giving them the details of my latest vacation with my family up in the Smokey's.  This machinist who did saw-milling during the day and worked for me at night went into a long slow dissertation about him and his wife driving down to Red Bay, sitting in the car eating potted meat and crackers and drinking Pepsi while watching them unload trucks at the new Wal-Mart, etc, etc.  The story went on and on, I finally figured out that he with tongue in cheek was cutting me down. 

Later,