Love thy neighbor as thyself…certainly not always easy to do, but when the Hyders are your neighbors, it’s not only easy, it’s also a privilege.
I'm Just Saying
After 170,000 miles and a slipping transmission, Paul bravely decided to send his Hyundai over the rainbow bridge. Except it needed a tow truck to get over it and meet all its South Korean relatives on the other side.
“It was the kindest thing you could have done,’ I said, mopping my eyes. “It’s in a better place, now.”
To cap off a really lousy last couple of weeks a friend and I, both ardent fans of the late rocker, Tom Petty, were trying to come to grips with his death.
Most of us, I should think, remain dazed by the rapid succession of unthinkable tragedies that have been hurled in our paths: Hurricanes Harvey, Irma, Maria…one, two, three gut punches of utter devastation from Mother Nature.
It’s not that I’m terribly paranoid about bugs. Would I ‘friend’ them on social media? Probably not.
Sometimes I feel as though South Carolina is the ‘Jan’ to North Carolina’s ‘Marcia’ in terms of respect.
I may have achieved a real sense of what it might have been like to have lived in a covered wagon this past week.
I love you, North and South Carolina. You too, Georgia.
It has been a long-held common superstition believed by the ancients, as well as a few middle-agers, that solar eclipses such as the one we experienced last week, are also harbingers of doom.
Oh, pffft, I thought.
And then Harvey happened.
When Paul mentioned that he especially wanted to watch the totality of the solar eclipse by driving a few miles out to Travelers Rest, I was a little disappointed because I had elected to stay at home, having signed up with an organization that asked people to file reports of how their animals behaved as the shadow of darkness began to fall.