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Old naval air navigator, radio broadcaster, newsman, code monkey, it field engineer and elections it, the last career as it's labeled in history. And pops to recent adults that survived hurricane Sally and graduated do keep it interesting to an old man living the dream with nearly wornout ankles from decades of chasing fuzzy balls as my old man called them. He thought it sacrilege to quit baseball since I didn't have polio or my brother the all-star. We laughed together about a couple of years later after a juniors tournament in Vicksburg #perspectives Lots and lots of tennis back when minor sports in college gave full rides for most of the team. Working full time at night behind a microphone spinning records and taking call-in requests news and weather was not work but did require balance after production room duties with ad sales. Never played the big time fuzzy circuit but the satellites were a blast in Europe. Johnnie mac playing on court two was a treat in the sixteen nationals at river hills club in ritzy north jackson Mississippi. The movie the help filmed there was quite accurate about the class structure in that part of the capital city. On the south side, being a paperboy really let us meet dozens of animals and neighbors. We thought it was odd the well-to-do didn't let their dogs run free and learn everyone's personality and smell. Friendly dogs roamed most of the streets meeting, greeting and smelling friends and other dogs. Inside and outside dogs have different temperaments usually confused when neighbors opened the door for their newspaper. Dog encounters every day, along with foreign pets sometimes lost or family visiting neighbors. Always eventful. Out in the country on the farm was a different world of no appliances except a pedal driven sewing machine to patch up utility britches or make dresses curtains blankets or anything else imaginable. Visiting relatives every weekend and hearing great grandparents from the 1800s made a lot of memories about living country kind of contentment in shacks. Huge gardens, ponds, a deep creek, swamps and the big black river plus a host of animals from chickens, pigs, milk cows, heard cows, horses and ornery mules that pulled logging or wagons every few weeks for baking powder, cornmeal, flour and sugar later on since it was cheap and sweet and a lot less work than sugarcane. It and cornmeal were luxuries grandma reminded us, your uncle's are out there picking cotton so you can have some of these biscuits and store bought molasses. My brother and I used to joke about a biscuit fight would be as bad as using rocks. The Blackburn molasses was softener but tossup to Kraft corn syrup. Mules pulled many a plow trailed by plenty of sweaty sunned leather red farm hands with no gloves. Got the tractor since all but the youngest uncle were drafted or enlisted, mama sent my brother and I promptly to fill the void. Dogs greeted them back with glee but not before disbelief in uniform and odd smells. Big sister wouldn't let the first uncle that made it back from Vietnam in the house before stripping butt naked and being sprayed down out back with a garden hose. Funny doesn't capture the hilarity to us kids at the time. We did roll down all the windows on the ride back home from the airport, laughing till we had hiccups and still giggling peeyoo. Driving mom's siblings back to the farm was met with hugs and tears. Dogs too, but they took guard duty seriously for strangers and trespassers while friendly to folks they knew.. Common back then for any stranger was to stay in the car then roll down their window to let you know their business #homesecurity Many times they had to shout over the ruckus. Grandpa took pleasure in not calling off the dogs and would just wave if he didn't feel they were worthy of his time. City dogs provided neighborhood watch around the clock between scruffs about peeing on another's turf, usually a new dog in suburbia. But dogs had friends and even those that were edgy knew their pecking order just like chickens, no real fights just domination till concession. There were some dangerous dog fights amongst contenders during mating season. It was considered common courtesy to keep your b**** fenced in if she was in heat, btw b**** was a commonly used word heard in the nonderogatory fashion on farms referring to a female dog, said with feel many times. Even I wasn't dumb enough to try to break up a country dog fight when a wanderer came around. All the moms would phone each other because they knew what neighbor dogs would do and theirs if one was on the loose, dog fights. Breaking those up was probably stupid, but they were rare and predictable when my girl got loose. Here at home, Crazy mazy fits her temperaments, glad she and daughter Lilly are here, yes German shepherds do shed a lot. Pleased to have made the right decision of a lifetime when it was going to be mom's final days or a paycheck before the big show in 2020, cheers Feral kitties abandoned at my door will be an adventure Spirit is challenged when the mind is confused, until they're in sync to focus or just take it all in #phaneron iubentium from the redneck riviera.