Aileen goes on. . .and on

“This isn’t going to end up in your blog, is it Mrs. Lawrimore?” My daughter Trellace and her friend Kaitlin, having participated in the annual five-mile Crop Walk, returned to the church prior to the evening’s activities. Hungry and with time to, well, burn, they found a bag of microwave popcorn, set the timer to [...]

So there I was, sitting in Jan Davis Tire Store (time to get the tires rotated, don’t cha know), minding my own beeswax, when in walks (I kid you not) Osama Bin Laden’s nephew. Olive skinned and bearded, with a pill-box shaped hat perched on his Middle Eastern hair, he wore billowing britches, a flowing [...]