[Bit of backstory: Between my mother and my father, four deer have met their fates at the bumper of a Turner vehicle in the past four years. I don’t know how or why; that’s just part of living and driving out in the middle of nowhere, I guess. So this morning when we left the house at 4:30, it was pitch dark out, and we were reasonably paranoid about psycho deer running in out front…
I’m headed to Saltillo in a bit, if I can ever get around to putting some clothes on and throwing some crap in an overnight bag. Tomorrow I’m taking my mom to Vanderbilt to the doctor. I’m sure she’d prefer it if I didn’t spread her medical secrets all over the internet, so I’ll just say that a couple of weeks ago, doctors found a cyst on her kidney and she’s got to have it…
I had a quintessential Fran Moment today. It was almost a carbon re-enactment of the seminal Fran Moment, which happened several years ago at the (now closed) Shell station just off the bridge in Savannah. I was at the Circle K, gassing up the Purple Pump Guzzler (seriously, cost me upwards of $40 to fill up — a first for me — and it’s getting a paltry 19 miles to the gallon), when I went…
My mom called me yesterday afternoon when she and my dad arrived in Gatlinburg — they’re up there for a few days to hear a timeshare pitch so they can stay at a nice chalet for free — to tell me that from their balcony they can see the little chairs that go over the road. She was so excited. I was cracking up. See, there’s a hilarious family tale that explains all this (well,…
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