Thursday, May 11, 2006
Having a teenager who is starting to drive and working to get her driver’s license is a bit of a scary thing.
A couple of weeks ago Emma told me, “Mr. Rayford said we’re going to come by and get you one day at The South Reporter and let you ride with us while I drive.”
Ah, spring time — renewal of spirit, a time to relax and enjoy life.
If you garden (which I don’t) you’re outside from daylight to dark whenever possible, preparing and planting and digging and sweating in anticipation of those glorious tomatoes, squash, etc. come summertime.
Letters to the Editor
To lose a child in the prime of his life is a terrible tragedy. Rob Warren died a few days ago; he was 24. We attended his funeral with an overflow crowd at Christ Episcopal Church. Margaret cried; I saw a lot of ladies cry. I had a hard time restraining tears myself, because I have children and I knew how his family felt.
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