that's what I called her.
she and pappy lived on Nolensville road, now Nolensville pike (Nashville).
used to spent 2 weeks every summer mowing the yard and selling pappy's home grown tomatoes at the roadside.
Pappy always won back my tomato money betting on traffic patterns.
even though I was a "working man" I had yet to learn the Art of knowledge combined with deception.
I'm sure recognition today would be non existent, but there was a small graveyard directly across the street.
the road was busy even back then and walls and steep hills were an issue.
I went there twice just to check it out.
pappy....(long ugly demise).
Granny sold the place,
moved to Lynn Haven where I continued to stay with her every year even past college.
she added an apartment to her other daughter's dilapidated large house on Anderson Bayou.
my favorite thing was to drive to Mexico Beach and drink 8-12 watered down FLA BEER,
and piss off that one gas station attendant with my wet money.
almost got myself into trouble near Pensacola.
trail riding in my new 1987 S-10 4x4.
stuck in the sand.
took all that wonderful truck had to make it out of there.
upon further review,
it appears Alice Cooper might be jealous?
rightfully so I say.
That was Awesome!
she and pappy lived on Nolensville road, now Nolensville pike (Nashville).
used to spent 2 weeks every summer mowing the yard and selling pappy's home grown tomatoes at the roadside.
Pappy always won back my tomato money betting on traffic patterns.
even though I was a "working man" I had yet to learn the Art of knowledge combined with deception.
I'm sure recognition today would be non existent, but there was a small graveyard directly across the street.
the road was busy even back then and walls and steep hills were an issue.
I went there twice just to check it out.
pappy....(long ugly demise).
Granny sold the place,
moved to Lynn Haven where I continued to stay with her every year even past college.
she added an apartment to her other daughter's dilapidated large house on Anderson Bayou.
my favorite thing was to drive to Mexico Beach and drink 8-12 watered down FLA BEER,
and piss off that one gas station attendant with my wet money.
almost got myself into trouble near Pensacola.
trail riding in my new 1987 S-10 4x4.
stuck in the sand.
took all that wonderful truck had to make it out of there.
upon further review,
it appears Alice Cooper might be jealous?
rightfully so I say.
That was Awesome!
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