Aug. 3, 2006 —The first Friday afternoon of the Neshoba County Fair, official opening day of the week-long event, I spent at the dialysis center on the Choctaw Indian Reservation a couple of hills behind the reservation’s fire station.
Jan. 13, 2000 – Just when I thought the cats, for whatever reason, weren’t going to get on my new, to me, 1995 white car, I made a mistake.
Dec. 18, 2003 – This year I was Grand Marshal of the Bruce Christmas Parade and I had a fine time waving at folks I knew and folks I didn’t know who lined the streets along the parade route. You don’t get to see much of the parade when you are in it, so you could say the best view we had was the backsides of the Bruce High School Band.
Oct. 20, 2000 — As a veteran of too many bouts of surgery, most stemming from a serious auto accident more than 10 years ago, and more recently from a failed heart valve, I have developed an aversion to surgery.
September 6 2007 – We lost a very good friend last month with the death of Selma Bryant, 93, a former mayor and businessman in Bruce.
July 7, 2005 – In my early years I suppose my blood pressure was considered normal. It was never flagged on applications for summer camp and such. Only in early
adulthood did it become a cause for alarm, more than slightly elevated probably by smoking, late nights at work and poor eating habits.
June 3, 2004 – Regaining one’s appetite is not an easy task. It began slowly a few weeks ago with the aid of some kind of bottled high protein drink like you see in all the health food sections of grocery stores—Boost, Ensure, etc.
April 24, 2003 — Home is almost eerily quiet after six weeks in the hospital. It’s not as much fun as I thought it would be for I came home with the “Queasy, nauseous, shivering, drowsy and completely ill” feeling as depicted by a purple colored figure with a green tongue on the front of one of the hundreds of cards sent by well wishers.
March 7, 2002 – Well, I have done it. I have lived far longer than I ever expected to as a young man. The idea of reaching the 60s slipped up on me. What with retirement and beginning to draw social security and other adjustments, I was sort of distracted.
Then came 66. When you are half way through the 60s you have to come to the conclusion that you are getting old.
Feb. 8, 2001 – Jo Ann said she could smell the gunpowder in the back yard the next morning after. That was to be expected for at least a dozen shots had been fired in frustration, if not in anger. It was not for nothing. The armadillo was dead.