Since I haven't posted all month practically, it seems that I'm making up for it in these mini posts now. Mom was in town for a few days and we took her out to dinner at one of my favorite barbecue places, the County Line. I love their ribs and other meats and their wonderful sauce, but I especially enjoy their cole slaw. I'm not a fan of cole slaw, but this is the best I've eaten. It's actually the only cole slaw I'll eat. It's not mushy and soggy, but fresh and crisp with a bit of cayenne pepper or some kind of kick to it. Their potato salad is tangy, not too overcooked, and delicious, and finally, their ranch style beans are also fantastic.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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