Around the Banks

Around the banks of the Suwannee, I saw my first goldenrod in bloom today as my brother and I took a Sunday afternoon drive in the Flatwoods of home. I mentioned funeral food this past week in my column. This week, I will mention some other uniqueness that makes us uniquely who we are as a people in this part of the world. I just referred to one as "riding around." I believe as many business deals have been settled, family conferences held, and confidences have been shared in the cab of a pickup truck as anywhere. On most Sunday afternoons, my brother and I enjoy 45 minutes to an hour in the cab of his pickup. We roll back the curtain of time while listening to George Jones and Tammy Wynett