Grits is Grits.....and So Much More

My most recent life has been so full of Grace. His Grace. Formatted into the body of a child, Gracie, and embodied in an aging elder, Aunt Grace. He is good. They are truly fair and full of grace. I spent the last week with Aunt Grace, her husband, Edward and their brood. These are all relatives by marriage so really I was returning to the home of some really cool people....friends. We laughed for hours, shared stories, ran into the house to get out of the thunderstorms , played dominoes into the wee hours of the night and fell asleep to the pattering rain.

and of course the food was nothing to shake your head at. mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm
go to georgia, you will be offered grits. cardboard meal i call it. grits. they stink to high heaven but they have no taste of their own. put some ketchup in there and they turn red. try cheese. syrup? how about some milk. now mind ya, you need to be sayin' all this with the deepest suthern accent as possible to get the full effect of the taste. grits taste like whatever you put in or on them. waste of calories if you ask me. just ax me. (lol)

edward is a 20 year vet. oldtimer. purple heart out of korea. i think i cherish mostly the ties back to my time when i was an army brat. even though our tours were different and he was an army dad. sitting at their old army table brought me home. time long ago.......a dream world even.

next time, ed, we are going to do okeefenokie and some fishin'. i'm holdin' ya to it.


its good to be back home.