homer

I may have to cheat on William Holden.  I feel bad about it, yet, I can’t help it.

And I have it from the highest authority that that Negro sold his soul to the devil!

- - Homer Stokes, O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I don’t know if I told you, but Homer turned 40 in May. She’s doing quite well with it although when she referred to having “nose” problems calling it a bat in the cave the other day, I can say we didn’t feel much like we were in our 40s.

We snorted water out of our noses laughing.

As my sister, Homer, is a screenprinting maven and I know about 400 graphic artists, I thought I would pass this along from the Barack Obama website.

Newscoma shares her experience at the funeral of Rep. Mark Maddox’s brother, Tommy:

I sat in the Fellowship Hall of a small, country church. I didn’t talk to anyone although there were some pretty well-known Tennessee politicians in attendance, friends I went to high school with and a family I’ve known for what seems forever. They attended my mother’s funeral 10 years ago.

Autoegocrat writes a hell of a post about Nikki Tinker.

I got the call about 5 p.m. yesterday. It was Homer and she sounded upset.

“Tommy Maddox has been killed in a car wreck. His truck got hit by an 18-Wheeler,” she said, her voice breaking.

The air is chewy these days.

Yesterday, I posted some pictures on to Flickr. Just some random shots of my family, my silly obsession of taking pictures of my dogs, veggie shots and the like. Things that interest me. Ironically, I spoke to my sister about I wanted her to sign up for flickr so I could mark some of the photos of the nieces family/friends only. She said she would.