Thursday, Nov. 28, 2013 ... Thanksgiving Day ... and I’m thankful for another year on the green side of the grass ... heck, how about another day? ... we’re all one heartbeat ...
And I’m also thankful for ...
— A gorgeous drop-dead blonde by the name of Melissa Sturdivant Smith ... she is married to our No. 2 grandson, Tyler, and her figure is in the process of getting out of shape a bit ... in other words, she’s with child and it will be the first of that generation in our clan... I’m sort of leaning toward a girl, but you take what you get ... which means another boy to extend my link with immortality will be just fine.
— An aging four-door white Ford Taurus ... in my past is a ’58 Ford with a Police Interceptor engine and a ’65 Chevy Super Sport with a 396 ... both got me a few speeding tickets ... so far, not the aging Taurus ... the older I get the faster slow gets.
— A preaching man who has a sense of humor ... my pastor at Blue Mountain Baptist (where the aging worship), the Rev. Truman Norred is a blue-ribbon ... thing is, he can laugh at himself as well as any I’ve ever known ... he doesn’t even get mad when I say something about “you up and preached a three-napper this morning” ... we just go on down to Jack’s and eat fried chicken.
— The Desert Storm cheese out at Wright’s Dairy ... it will get your attention ... over a Premium soda cracker is a good start ... another little deal is if you’re grilling hamburgers, put some Desert Storm inside the patty and then grill.
— That blonde who lets me live with her at “her” house ... she was a real “looker” when I first took notice in September of our seventh-grade year ... she’s still a looker ... in the unforgettable words of my late grandfather, James Houston Smith, “A pretty woman sitting across from you at the breakfast table will sure make your oatmeal taste better” ... that’s not exactly what he said, but it’s the same message.
— A photo from a California trip is proof that we of this Smith clan have followed granddaddy’s advice religiously ... perched atop a rock with the Pacific at their back are Melissa, Ashley, Susie, and the blonde. Ashley married Riley, Susie married Barry (my son) and the blonde (of course) married me ... all four belong in Hollywood ... grandson three, Cody, is still in the market place.
— Precious memories of kin now gone ... and I’m especially thankful for each one tolerating as well as loving me ... I suspect it took some effort at times.
— Small churches such as Blue Mountain and Pleasant Ridge and and Nance’s Creek where they still sing The Old Rugged Cross and Amazing Grace ... and the sinner looking for sainthood does so to the beautiful Softly and Tenderly.
— College football ... despite spending two decades writing all sports for this newspaper, only the college game now holds my attention ... and I do that out in “my barn” ... have no desire to be in Jordan-Hare Stadium Saturday ... where it will be Alabama 31, Auburn 16 ... but if I were you, I wouldn’t bet the grocery money on that ... I have a history of being wrong on a bunch of things ... just ask the blonde.
— A wet and dreary day such as Tuesday ... as I write this, I know I won’t have to rake leaves, carry in wood, go to the mailbox until I want to ... and I will get a very lovely afternoon nap ... which, to be honest, I do every day.
— Which leads me to a final thankful for today ... that I have finally reached the station in life to which I’ve always aspired ... “a piece of sorry white trash.”
Hope you have a nice Thanksgiving.
George Smith may be reached at 256-239-5286 or email: email@example.com.