Tommy’s Place

In my early days, I was alarmed how some people can get mighty
sensitive about things that would never faze most folks. It was a time in my
life that my own resume, I must admit would have certainly been lacking had
I not listed all my potential. I had this pending evaluation and vetting I
suppose, of a possible girl friend, Billy Jean Upchurch, she was semi good
looking at the time, not semi anymore, full fledged. I could just see myself
some day living in that big ole double wide her folks owned, all reared back
in my easy chair watching Ole Miss beat LSU with an electrolyte and Billy
Jean cooking a fresh picked mess of grits for supper. I explained to her
Mama that I wanted to make sure that she didn’t think that Billy Jean would
some day get as big and husky and grow a beard, as her older sister,
Gertrude. I guess I was delving into genetics even at an early age. I felt I
needed to clear some things up before offering myself into the family and
possibly deluting my gene pool. Never in my wildest imagination had I meant
to act unkempt or unchristian-like in my inquiring. If I had not had on a
pair of new mud grip KEDS I would be dead today no doubt. I will always be
thankful that her Mama didn’t find her glasses, she FOUND her rifle. I look
back on it though and I am positive that I am better off with Joyce’s family
to fall back on, especially if my planned inheritance and lottery ticket
portfolio doesn’t work out
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