GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE FOR SEPTEMBER 24, 2025

It is midweek, just about the very time it was a week ago. As you know I generally get started with some nonsense, a throw away line as you will, and that reminds me of one that I will not need to invent. I will merely have to share it with you. I grew up next door to The Hiway 56 Drive-In Theater in Swainsboro, and the Bellamy family who owned and operated it. I was there at their house and the theater more than I was at home, growing up.

There were car hops working most nights, who would take orders for those who did not want to come inside the concession stand, they would turn their parking lights on to let a car hop know to take their order. Most were younger teenage boys, and did not drive, so although family would drop them off, it was late at night when the last movie was over, so some of us would take them home. Me and Tommy Jr., or John Bowden, the Bellamy's foster son would take them home.

If there was only one car hop and someone Mr. Bellamy knew and trusted would be asked to take them as they went home after the show. A good friend of theirs who came occasionally to visit during the show, more than watch the movie, would drop a car hop off at home for them. There were a couple of these car hops who worked hard, the customers liked them and tipped them well, but they were a few bricks shy of a load of hay, if you know what I mean.

This guy was taking one of the "special" ones home one night, and the boy was not talkative, so they rode in silence. Suddenly the boy said, "Mr. David, what day is it?" Not knowing if he wanted day or date, he answered with both. The boy was silent for a minute, and said, "huhm, it'll soon be two weeks won't it?" Fortunately for David, they were rolling to a stop in front of the boy's house, and he jumped out as usual, wide open running inside.

David laughed all the way home. When he shared that story with us we all found it hysterical. For years if any of us heard someone ask what day it was, we all laughed and one of us would repeat that immortal line, "huhm, it'll soon be two weeks, won't it?" I reckon ladies don't understand why us men folks find such dumb things so funny, but we do. There is a nine year old boy, still inside of every man.

In addition, you ladies and gentlemen might wonder why I used almost all of a GM,Fs post to pass along a single line. It is what I do. I have never learned the art of making a long story short. I have become a master though, at making a short story loooooooong. Just one more thing that we once saw daily, that we no longer do, and that was kids walking to a corner mom and pop store to buy penny candy.

Yep, that was back when penny candy still cost a penny, penny matches were still a penny, dollar watches were a dollar. Of course all of us of a certain age recall scouring the ditches for empty soft drink bottles to turn in for the deposit, in order to get those precious coins. Some of us have even done the old "spend a nickel, go outside and come back in to spend your remaining nickel, making two transactions so sales tax would not ruin that other nickel's purchasing power.

I hope this was not an off day for a rememberamble, and you enjoyed some part of this one. After all, I wrote special, just for you. Keep me and the boyz in your prayers that we are able to keep home and hearth over us and before us, during this period of financial hardship.

NUMBERS 6: 24-26 KJV

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