So a lots happened in the past say two months. It all started going down hill on a snowy Saturday. What we here in the mountains call a dogwood snow. Meaning all the dogwoods die as the snow is late and the flowers are in full bloom. This snow created slick conditions and a college girl ran into the "vangina" putting a small dent in her side. By the time I got to work, I couldn't go into reverse. Insurance totalled out my van and I had to find a new car. So...I called my dad. He's got two things going for him: He knows cars and is retired, thus having more time on his hands than me.
So I flew to Pensacola and my friend Virginia rescued me by having her daughter, April, pick me up. Then I went to eat lunch in Panama City and Virginia drove me the rest of the way. To Blountstown. God bless her. She got to see my ancestral home close up.
