Claude Clemmons

When I was a kid, we had fried chicken on Sundays. It was just what everyone did. We got up early, went to church, and then we all headed to Grandma’s house for Sunday dinner. All the adult women brought food with them or spent time in the kitchen preparing a big meal for the whole family. While dinner was cooking, us kids would play outside or, if it was raining, we would run around in the basement.

Sunday dinner was usually the best fried chicken you would ever taste, along with home made mashed potatoes and a variety of fresh vegetables and salads. I loved dessert, too. It was often a big slice of pie, but sometimes we would have thenmost wonderful cakes made from scratch.

Ahh. Those were the days of great food and family time.

This morning I was retrieving my newspaper from the driveway and met up with a neighbor at the street. He told me about his dog barking at a red fox perched outside their property fence.

The neighbor shooed away the fox, but he came back the next night, and then it was more barking from the dog.

This time the neighbor picked up a dog toy from the yard and heaved it at the fox, and it ran away.

The next night, the fox came back with a female fox and the two foxes tossed the dog toy around, having a grand ole time. Now, at night he hears that dang squeaking dog toy.

Tonight the David Letterman show is having Alan Jackson as the musical guest. I have to say that this show offers a great variety of musical artists. They have everyone from rap to rock to county and all kinds of people even sit in with the band every once in a while.

Looking forward to hearing an Alan Jackson song – wonder what he;s going to play?