“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” ~ Mark Twain
I didn’t hear a thing until Mama Heis said, “There’s someone calling your name,” as she pointed toward the wall. I didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a second to hone in on the smile. I couldn’t believe it: Laverne Fallen Yates! We have been missing each other at this event and that for years. Laverne and I both hail from Morgan County with strong ties to Cannel City. We’ve not been hurting for things to talk about for sure. It’s not place or people that have made her special to me, but her sense of humor, her compassionate heart, and her level-headed attitude that have been endearing. She has been walking the outhouse journey with me since just about the beginning. That gives you some idea of how long it’s been that we’ve been missing each other at various events. In hindsight, I should have bought a lottery ticket after I finally saw her. In seriousness, lotto winnings or not, I feel awfully lucky to count Laverne as a friend, and I’m honored she has kept up with me all this time. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take another seven years to run into each other.