Thursday, May 24, 2007
It was a weekend filled with some different emotions - good and not so good.
First, the 20th Killer Kudzu was the best in the, I guess, six years I’ve covered it.
The weather was wonderful. The fellowship was great.
I talked with several out-of-town guests who were a part of the record 187 runners. I asked their impressions of our town.
Each one had high praise for Holly Springs, its beauty and the warm welcome they received.
Many of the participants come from the Memphis area. They look forward to getting out of the big city for a peaceful run through the streets of a historic, beautiful small town.
As I said in last week’s column, we need to play a part in building up our county and our town. As residents, we often forget the many good things.
These runners from out of town helped point out the positives. It was refreshing.
Saturday, I spent the day in Tupelo where son Andy and Marshall County’s Extreme baseball team played three games. The team went 2-1, which was good, and advanced to Sunday afternoon’s final round.
But the emotions came because it was also Andy’s 13th birthday.
Pam and I now have two teenagers. That’s unbelievable.
She had dug out some old photos earlier in the week from their childhood years. What happened to the years since then?
There was a photo of Andy in his T-ball uniform. It seemed like just yesterday.
I also looked several times at the framed photo in our den of a small Emma and Andy sitting on the front porch of our antebellum home in Aberdeen, where we lived for eight years.
Members of my family from Alabama drove over for the last ball game of the day. Afterwards, we celebrated the birthday, complete with some good fried oysters, a lone candle in a piece of chocolate pie, and a rendition of “Happy Birthday to You” from the restaurant staff.
Friday night, after the Killer Kudzu, Andy joined some friends at the new El Nopalito here in Holly Springs and got “pied” in the face by some of our good friends at the restaurant.
I know I will experience some of the same feelings when Emma turns 16 on June 22. We will celebrate that while in Biloxi for the annual Mississippi Press Association convention.
The not so good emotion of the weekend came late Sunday afternoon. Pam and Emma accompanied Andy to Tupelo that day for the ball game. Erin and I stayed back for some rest and fun on the home front.
After getting to church that evening, I was summoned to the telephone.
“Pam is on the phone. Her van is broken down,” Chris Mirante told me.
“That’s the same van we had been talking about trading,” was my immediate thought.
“Where are you?” was my first question.
They had managed to roll into a convenience store at the corner of McCullough Boulevard and Coley Road.
We considered several means of rescue – getting it looked at and repaired quickly if possible, having it towed, leaving the keys in it and letting it get stolen, going that moment and buying a new vehicle.
Instead, after calming down, Erin and I drove to Tupelo and properly rescued the rest of our family.
The folks in the convenience store were extremely nice. They allowed us to leave the van there overnight until I could make some calls the following morning.
The van was towed. It is in a repair shop. It appears it’s not as bad as we first thought, but it’s bad enough.
The van has 134,000 miles on it. Hopefully we can fix it and get several more years out of it. Or we might just sell it or trade it.
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