Memp-iphany

This afternoon I suffered a brief epiphany. Now yes I know, there is no such thing as a ‘brief’ epiphany. All epiphanies are brief. (“an experience of sudden and striking realization”) By definition. But I suffered one, brief though it was, now it is mine. I aim to keep it and make it not brief.

My ‘sudden and striking realization’ struck me at Kroger’s, standing in the check-out line and in my usual hurry. There was a man in front of me in one of those grocery-store golf carts. He kept bumping into shit, trying to navigate. He was cheerful. The cashier was cheerful. They both laughed at his lack of driving skills. Then… I had to laugh too. With them. Then it hit me. The cashier lady was black. The bumpy lousy grocery cart driver was white. In Memphis, this is how we roll: people are Kind to one another, regardless.

In Memphis Tennessee. My adopted ex-pat State, right there on the spot, I fell in love. Yes! Love! (took me far too long)

Ask me why? Why today? Why after so many times in which I have railed against the slowness of the shopping cart? The slowness of the cashier. The slowness of the people to gas their cars when the light turns green and I am in a hurry (hurry for what?) The casual way life is approached?

I cannot answer, but it hit me today.

It hit me! Suddenly!

I used to be that way.

That way. That bad way.

And I was happy, being mean.

Then I got in a ‘hurry’ and I was even less happy.

Never took the time to talk to folks. Never said ‘Hello’ Never helped someone needing help. In Memphis, people still help people; they have a conversation in the check-out line. Those waiting to check out, check their egos in their cars. Life is sublime. People are Nice! Nice! Civil! Nice Civil People! Can you imagine?

I need this.

I needed this!

I have it now.

I had an epiphany.

I have an epiphany.

And I am gonna keep it.

And I am gonna take it home (To Texas) when I git there. ‘Cause, although we had it, we lost it somehow. Lessons I learned in Tennessee..

We need it back.

Hidden Agenda?

Yep!

You may bet your ass…and the cow…and the farm…

Now, y’all sort it for me.

I will listen.

But I still love my Country

Just One More Reason I Love Living in the South

You can generally count on having most public places all to yourself on Sunday Mornings:

Public places like Parks, Gyms, Grocery Stores, Home Despot, Wal*Mart, Waffle Mouse, Beer Stores.  Just a few of my favorite Sunday Morning Venues.

Of course with the beer stores, you pretty much have to get there right at the Crack of Noon, as most Southern States won’t allow them to open until then (or sell their most important inventory at any rate). But if you hang out in the parking lot just before, you can always beat the crowd.

Just be sure to park real close to the door. Oh and be damn sure to wear those Nike’s.

Where my thesis falls apart is with the Golf Course, which is an entirely Different Church, which will always be holding Early Mass.

(What’s Wrong With Those People?)

And Y’all might wanna check out Kris An’ Rita

And while on the subject: Me and Paul

I Jumped Off A Bridge Once. Someone Wrote A Song About It. I wasn’t impressed, Bein’ Dead an’ All

I love ‘Southern’

“Pass the biscuits please.”

Really love Southern.

bobbie_gentry

Truly absolutely love Southern

Truly absolutey love Southern, and all them entrails… (That would be ‘boudin’, for those uninitiated out there)

I love Bobbie Gentry, arguably one of the best Southern Singer-Song-Writers to come down from the hollow.

Been wanting to write about her, but somewhat overawed and, quite frankly, struck. (and stuck)
“Loss for words,” would suffice.

Message in a bottle time:

Help me out here: what can be said (personal experience with the music here: Please no Wiki shit) about Bobbie Gentry?

I await