GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A Rememberamble for Thursday, September 11, 2025

Good morning to you all, or y'all, as we say. Which reminds me of a point I used to make fairly often while trying to explain misunderstandings of us southerners by northerners. One glaring example is when we say "y'all" and a person of the northern persuasion "hears," and what we mean by it, and what they perceive it to mean.

Over the years, when southerners are portrayed in films or television, the writers often have the actor playing a southerner to say "you all," or y'all," in an exaggerated, "thick as cane syrup drawl," speaking to a single individual, and the yanks have always thought it funny and ignorant on our part to address someone in a plural form.

What we know and they do not, is when any southerner says y'all, or you all to an individual it is all inclusive, meaning it is directed to that single person but encompasses their entire family, entourage, fellow inmates, or any other grouping attached to that person.

If I run up with Jimmy Earl and in the course of conversing with Jimmy Earl, (not the real name of the fictional guy I made up for this explanation) and say, "y'all come now, ya hee-uh?" Even Jimmy Earl's dumb*ss understands that I mean HIM and HIS LAZY BUNCH, ARE INVITED TO, "come see us."

Also, folks from Emanuel and Johnson Counties do not really say things like, "ya hee-uh," or any of those traditional "mush-mouth" talking things at all. Only those who attended the University of Georgia, or hail from up around Girard and along the "slough" as they say up there, speak mush-mouth like folks from South Carolina trying to sound educated and suave.

They are unable to pronounce "Rs," at the end of a word. To them, "end of word "Rs" are simply there for decorative purposes. Oops, I digress once more, so I hope I made it plain that yankees think we say y'all and mean that one person we are speaking to, while we are actually including the whole sorry clan associated with that person, not just them.

Oh, we say it to folks we love who are not really that sorry or low'count, I was just using them as examples. I love writing! When I write, and I get on a roll, and the mood is good, and all other factors merge to make it a wonderful writing day, I feel like an Olympic gymnast, crossed with an orangutan, as I have fun with words.

To top it off, I am like an Olympic Gymnast crossed with an orangutan that is mostly house-broken. We are almost down to the wire in preparation for our big day on Saturday. We are making sure we tend to those details that can make for a better event, cross our t's and dot our I's...or whatever!

Yesterday was my brother Randall's birthday and he thanks all who wished it to be a happy one. I am not going to dwell on the assassination of Charlie Kirk, but I will say that he was possessed of a wonderful mind and a great heart, and many of us loved and respected him for his tireless efforts for the greater good.

I will speak of it no more, it hurts. Oh, a few folks have asked how to contact me, my address is PO Box 135, Garfield, Georgia 30425. My phone number is 912-425-9868, but please do not call before 8am or after 8pm, please. Oh, if you suffer from profound mental illness, do not call between 8am and 8am the following day.

One final thought, as I was sitting in my pickup today, at Twin City Drugs, a pair of love bugs were doing what they do, "in flagrante delicto," right there in front of God and everybody on my pickup, in public, on Railroad Avenue in Twin City! I did not see any others, just that couple, doing the nasty on my truck's hood.

I did not see anymore the rest of the day. I was impressed by the fact that those two, who seemed to be almost the last two lovebugs on earth, or at least in Twin City, yet miraculously, they had found each other and hooked up...literally. I thought about that tiny miracle of love, and wished people could find partners against all odds, like lovebugs do.

But, I thought about it, and realized that just would not do! Not on the hood of my truck! Remember, if you come to the Gathering, lil Merle will be there to meet and greet, and show you love, as he is full of it, he is as I say, "just a little puddle of love." I promised babee Conway two years ago that I would never take him to a Gathering again, as he is terrified of crowds.

Hope to see you on Saturday. Thank you each and everyone. Numbers 6: 24-26 KJV

we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me