I've been fighting off one wild kitten ever since arriving. He goes by the name of Sam I Am, and is about three months old and thinks he owns the place. Might feet are particular targets of feline fury. Quite a character.
Saturday, watched all sorts of college football games. East Carolina won, as did Tennessee, but Northern Illinois and Georgia lost.
Sunday, went to adult Sunday School at the First Baptist Church of Goldsboro. I sat in on Dad's old Sunday School class, something I always enjoy because those men sure remind me of him. Dad died 11 years ago this month.
After an excellent sermon about God's thorns by Dr. Phillips, it was a race to beat the Madison Street Baptists and Presbyterians to get a table at the Lantern Inn for lunch. It's not fair, because both of those churches are much closer. Talk about your religious strife?
FINE EATING AND A VISIT
Had some really fine meatloaf including two sides, roll, drink and dessert for $7.25. Even if they did put the dessert out first. Hard not to eat it.
We then drove to Warsaw, North Carolina, to visit with cousin Graham and Vickie. He has just come back from some serious operations in Little Rock, Arkansas, and is recovering. The last time I saw him was right after the Mediterranean cruise which promptly ended when the ship's engine room caught fire off the Suez Canal.
Three More Days to Catch Up With. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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